They've retrieved shade

They've retrieved homes of singers without cages

They've retrieved storage for baby slithers.

They might be infinitesimal

But they shall give multitudes.

While forming holes meant to provide life,

One has spat that one would soon store him once his ends.

As another rations soil on all sides,

He also provides water it has yet to sponge up.

The bird-loving fruit parrots passionate pop tunes

Sucking out pleasure from the watering fruit,

Yet strengthening the sapling to sprout.

The ever passionate papa fruit

Roams around to liven the hills and fields

With the sound of forestation.

As the trees bear fruit

The fruit shall bear an ever-sprouting community

A forest

A breath of fresh air