Pure white,Is the adventurous type He flutters on the rim of a nest My heart flows fast for him,My eyes are showing fear But lucky for pure white,The bird is not there Pure white,He strays into the nest, And lands upon an egg, The description,I can't see It's too high,The top of the tree i hold my breath i hope the bird stays clear On the waves of the air,Pure white he appears Slowly circling and spiralling down Caught on the breaths of the air And the leaves of the trees twitch,On the slow breathe of the breeze