My nest is on that lanky tree,
On its upmost hand.
You live boring all day long,
Into the dunes of sand.
I enjoy the windy shades,
Inside the foliage lush.
You do gasp a rainy eve,
Amid the water hush.
I am safe up in here,
No foot steps tramp me down.
You do live in utmost fear,
Amid the mortal town.
My nest do see a distant world,
Through the mountain leas.
You are poor in the hole,
A burrow touching the seas.
You see darkness, I see light,
I can feel the air.
A crab you are; crawling by,
Through those filthy layer.
Once a while I wish to say,
Come up O dear soul.
Up above the filthy ground,
Lies my nest, my goal.
Here you can live a day,
And feel the nature's bliss.
My nest is best on a tree,
A solitary dovish niche.
#Nest
