…….STOPPING BY WOODS….
….. ON A BRIGHT MORNING….
“Whose woods are these ?” Mine, my own.
My winged friend’s too. Day and night
We linger under these green shades,
Our winged dreams, fly high and high.
Wow ! How synergic this morning too !
Behind the steep,green eastern hills
Bright rays spreading their arms
To embrace each tender
leaf.
My twittering friends fluttering
wings,
Like little kids in their mother’s
lap.
Boundless love from the
mother Nature
Spills over from the springs of
serenity.
My sweet-heart, my yellow
Birdy,
Her zigzag turns, her swift
leaps
From one stem to another,
and my eyes
Tune new melodies, blend new
symphonies.
Her eyes here and there for a
worm
Or for a bit of nut or savoury
nectar.
My heart chanting thrilling
mirth
Of wild ecstasy beaming
from these woods.