Two birds sit on a whispering tree, 

Perched high above, wild and free. 

Feathers ruffled by the gentle breeze, 

Their song a melody, soft to appease.

One, a robin with a breast of flame, 

The other, a sparrow with no name. 

Side by side, they watch the sky, 

Under the sun's watchful eye.

Chirping tales of distant lands, 

Shared in songs, in fluttering hands. 

Their voices merge, a harmony pure, 

In the language of wings, hearts secure.

Leaves rustle, whispering tales old, 

Of love, of life, of moments bold. 

Together they sit, as day turns night, 

Beneath the stars' soft, twinkling light.

In the morning light, they take their flight, 

Exploring the world with all their might. 

From meadow to meadow, over hills so high, 

They soar through the vast and endless sky.

The robin sings of summer’s embrace, 

Of blooming flowers and nature's grace. 

The sparrow, with a softer tone, 

Sings of nests and seeds he’s sown.

Through fields of gold and rivers wide, 

They fly together, side by side. 

Each flutter a dance, each chirp a song, 

In this boundless world where they belong.

They witness the dawn, a canvas of hue, 

With shades of pink, and gold, and blue. 

Each sunrise a promise, each sunset a peace, 

Their journey together never to cease.

They rest on branches, tired but content, 

Reflecting on the days they've spent. 

The whispering tree, their steadfast home, 

A symbol of love wherever they roam.

In the heart of spring, they build a nest, 

In the crook of the tree, where they find rest. 

Twigs and leaves, carefully arrayed, 

A haven where their dreams are laid.

The robin's red breast glows with pride, 

As eggshells crack and life comes alive. 

Tiny beaks open, a chorus so sweet, 

New life in the nest, love's heartbeat.

Seasons change, but their bond remains, 

Through summer’s heat and autumn’s rains. 

Winter brings a frosty chill, 

But together, they face it, steadfast and still.

The sparrow tells tales of the old oak tree, 

Where they first met, wild and free. 

Of whispering winds and gentle skies, 

Of moments shared and fleeting goodbyes.

Time flows like a river, ever so swift, 

But the love they share is a timeless gift. 

Through every storm and every calm, 

They find their strength in each other's balm.

As evening falls, they return once more, 

To their whispering tree by the shore. 

Perched together, they watch the night, 

Under the moon’s soft, silvery light.

Their journey etched in every star, 

A testament to how strong hearts are. 

Two birds on a branch, simple yet grand, 

Bound by the sky, by sea, by land.

In silence, in song, in flight they find, 

The ties that bind them, gentle and kind. 

Two souls in harmony, forever to be, 

A love story written in the whispering tree.