A tree top melody, it softly whispers.

The morning courting has begun,
a tonsiled serenade.

A once thirsty earth is now content.

The prior evenings heavenly offering, its downpours more than this earth could ask for.

The ***** browns;
the fallen and fossilised leaves now just a memory.

Nature buds and blooms;
Spring makes itself at home as life returns to green.

From a naked tree;
a bird takes flight and effortlessly flies....
A worm its reason for flight, an unsuspecting nourishment.

A topaz sky, clean and void of any cloud.

A streak of white is all I see,
the exhale of a jet as it moves on its super sonic way.

The table from where I sit and write this?

It basks in the warming morning sunrise;
my very own, "sunny and 75" !



written by me... ..