Tropical Nesting Ground

Feathers bright in the golden haze. They drift through endless summer days. Skipping frost,

skipping snow to where the mangled breezes blow. Tropical nesting ground. Where the waves

and chirps resign. Raise the little ones. Safe and sound. Tropical nesting ground,

ground, ground, ground, ground. Coconuts

sway like a lullaby. Underneath the turquoise sky. Palms whisper stories

of hope while eggshell dreams unfold. No frostbite here, no

icy air. Just warm skies everywhere. Tropical nesting ground. Where the waves

and chirps resign. Raise the little ones. Safe and sound. Tropical nesting ground.