These Birds

 On the branches

 Being able to sit

 Temporary home

 Gives them

 The sky

 Job

 It occurs

 Nesting destination

 In every sky

 For the nest

 Get a place

 Still

 Where possible

 I asked

 One day

 From birds

 Flying salary

 A few grains of grain

 Thatched house

 Love countless

 A handful

 For those children

 Whom one day

 In natural disasters

 I had to die after waking up

 Or a job

 To look for

 Keep flying.