The Scarecrow and the Birds’ Friendship

The Scarecrow and the Birds’ Friendship

In the middle of fields, tall he stands,

Guarding the crops with wooden hands.

In the middle of fields, tall he stands,

Guarding the crops with wooden hands.

But deep inside, a yearning grows,

A warmth, a love that softly flows.

He calls to the birds, "Do not fear,

Come closer, friends, and gather near."

When humans leave, far out of sight,

He sings to the birds in the soft moonlight.

Inviting them to a field of peace,

Where love and harmony never cease.

They danced on his arms, their joy took flight,

Their songs filled the air with pure delight.

But the farmer came with anger aflame,

Seeing the birds, he cried in blame:

"I'll tear you down!" his voice was stern,

Yet he saw a lesson he'd soon learn.

For the birds united, a mighty band,

Defending the scarecrow with wings in hand.

The farmer paused, his heart grew light,

He saw the truth, a humbling sight.

The scarecrow stood, no longer alone,

A friend to the birds, his love was shown.

Now fields hum with melodies sweet,

Where man and nature together meet.

A tale of balance, a song of grace,

Of harmony shared in a shared embrace.