While there is life there is hope

The night is past,

The sun shin is fast

,And the birds sings,

He open the wings.

He looks to sky,

And carries to fly

,He will plod,

And arrange food.

He goes to granary,

And pluck to berry,

The tiny birds hidden in nest,

And waiting for dose.

The bird came back in nest,

And take to dose tiny birds,

He afraid to coming time,

When will tyrant hunter came.

And when will tree cutter came,

To separate his tiny birds,

And spoiled his nest,

But he is hopeful to enjoy life.