The Roosting Journey

The leisure time that spends near the river Where the murmuring of little birds that I hear From eastern side of the river it comes Passes to the western place of the river To trace out their own perching places and nests What they tells I assume may be about the changes That taking place to the hill ranges they fly The human characters, their talents may be The roosting over their own dominion of habitation The wings makes the sound in such unison Who told birds are sitting and singing songs They are making their own opinions about the world.