Apple Orchard sonnet

Admist the orchard birds sing lullabies.
Saintely birds chirp nature's mantra.
They garner their vim sweetly and harmonize.
Sanguine fledglings grasp nature Anthem.
The euphony of birds a cloying concord.
To harbingering the ethos of prey.
They're aloof from fauna they've abhorred.
To an epicure they're a sweet filet.
There's an effigy admist an aerie.
Swooping down the mountain declivity.
They suffer losses to their coterie.
Unable to efface nature's proclivity.
The incarnadine shades a fervid scape.
For life to flourish for the next daybreak.