Some seek shallow wetlands, or meadows lush and open,
yet others quest for canopies, deep woods treeline unbroken,
with sustenance abundant, and safety of the brood,
where roosting is so carefree, with no one to intrude.
Does such a haven exist still, they soar to strive and find,
Flying afar their search unbound, yet tired and resigned,
dwindling are these treasured greens, with none coming to aid,
if you and me do nothing still, the silhouettes will sadly fade.
– Narendra Nayak © 2018
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