'Hey! Brother is it a crash landing on my broken runner way? ' <br />The decaying tree whispered. <br />'Not exactly my dear, I too do not have strong wings to this endless sky. <br />Let the wind blows. <br />At least we can talk each other in the sleepless nights.' <br />The old migrant bird replied.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rare-bird-makes-a-fragile-nest-on-a-fruitless-tree-top/
