The Conviction.

The beautiful woodpecker with a hat Like wood cutter she tries her best To dig a hole for her own safety And use it as a beautiful hide in life To make a convenient world for her own I see her efforts takes in care Slowly and steadily she makes it Looking sometimes here and there Where may be enemy to disturb the poor one The cat, falcon like born enemies Still she has a will and judgement This world is for me and all I am destined to make my own world And my children, a world she likes I likes the sounds of beak in distance Now steadily the sound is a bit softer While a little cat waits underneath A chance she likes for a beautiful catch The poor bird seems to be frightened now The sharp teeth of the cat she fears The painful death she sees as danger Oh! world everything appears in danger Only the mental courage can withstand the life.