Secret Places

Nests well hidden,
Secret treasure —
Bird's black eyes are
Bright with pleasure.

Woods have many
Secret spaces;
Violet-scented,
Silent places.

Buds are cradles;
Leaves and flowers
Wake when called
By sun and showers.

Bees know where
The blossoms keep
Their sweetest secrets
Hidden deep.

After flying,
After roaming,
Swallows know
The way back — homing!
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