On Hearing And Seeing A Greenfinch

A greenfinch on high branch of sunlit ash tree A beautiful bird for to hear and to see But 'tis not for the love of song that he does sing With him song is a territorial thing Amongst the higher branches in feathers of green His kind are not often or easily seen I often heard them singing in groves far away When wildflowers were blooming in the month of May By their songs or their chirps birds one does get to know And our wonder of Nature it only does grow The greenfinch he too has his patch to defend And in Spring males of his own kind to him not a friend The greenfinch I've known since I was a young boy And learning of Nature a thing to enjoy.