Birds Chirp...
Birds Chirp...
For some it is chatter,
But the wise listen
To it as Music, not clatter.
The seasons change,
The leaves golden fall without any heft,
All say O' Autumn is come,
But for me, the Wise have left.
The winter is gone and the snow melts
The flowers bloom and the waters cascade
The people dance spring is come
And the wise are wiser, the slumber is at end.
The summer is hot and dust abound,
The road is long and without wend,
All take a siesta on the mound,
And the traveler lone, moves for the bend at the end.
(By: Khan, BA)
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
Birds Chirp...
Birds Chirp...
For some it is chatter,
But the wise listen
To it as Music, not clatter.
The seasons change,
The leaves golden fall without any heft,
All say O' Autumn is come,
But for me, the Wise have left.
The winter is gone and the snow melts
The flowers bloom and the waters cascade
The people dance spring is come
And the wise are wiser, the slumber is at end.
The summer is hot and dust abound,
The road is long and without wend,
All take a siesta on the mound,
And the traveler lone, moves for the bend at the end.
(By: Khan, BA)
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