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... ..
