The Lonely Nest

A lonely nest sat, at the top of the tree. 

Thinking "why won't anyone live In me?

I was made with love and mud and sticks.

And after a storm they would mend me and fix.

I've sat here years now, slowly falling apart. 

Not looking much like the original piece of art. 

I may as well face it, I'm needed no more

Not from anyone who lived here before. 

I shall close my eyes and sleep now

My time has come to take a bow. 

But wait what is this? A bird has landed.

She is mending me and my life has suddenly expanded. 

More sticks she's gathered, and moss twine and mud.

I never thought I could again look so good. 

I'm no longer a nest lonely and old 

For a kind bird mended me with her heart of gold.

For she needed not, a nest of her own and flew off again to her chicks at home. 

A new family now, live in my breast. 

They sing all day and made me their nest."

The Chestnut Song

Every autumn below tall grand trees.

You'll hear a sound, louder than bees.

It's a song you see of little creatures,

Little chestnuts with human features.

They have arms and legs and faces too.

If you creep up quietly they won't see you. 

You'll hear them sing, of Chestnut New Year.

And throw leaves up high, far and near. 

"It's Chestnut New Year, new chestnuts are sworn. 

We'll sing and dance until the very next morn'

Some old chestnuts die, but we will not mourn.

For they go back to the earth and a new tree is born.

We'll run through the woods and have fun all the way.

No less than fun is had here each day.

We swear an oath to always wear a smile,

And a happy life lead among the leaf pile."

They'll sing their song deep in the woods

and laugh and play until the Chestnut tree buds.