The Listener.

They were five in numbers and whitish in colour The wings were pretty like handwoven silks They were five in numbers and near In my garden near me for a drink They quenched their thirst from my irrigation pipe Expressing their gratitude in peculiar voice They were five in numbers and united Not feared my approach at all Amused, I asked their friendship for lifelong Saying I will be friendly with them Not to be feared at all in my presence Not to be too much belief in human actions I know they were suspecting me also As a human there is inherent threat to them But I assured, I am innocent and friendly Will act only in just means for their survival The poor white storks they were Amusing my little play with watering pipes They shared their happiness with me in morning Asking a good shower of water from the pipe Surely, no doubt I obliged with pride and happiness I know they were more friendly than all others Their happy mood was a joyful thing to me all along I realised the friendship with nature is so great.