Twittering and pecking on the leafing boughs
With patience mastered,a single tawny strand
Builds up to a nest;bubbly clamouring aloft,
Their rightful kingdom bestow`d by nature.
A little swaying breeze easen the heaven light
Shining bright in the sky frowning to the brittle rain;
Lost in a literary world with thoughtful verses mastered
To sounding perfection:scintilating contrivances used
T o shape nor present the sparkling thoughts raging within.
Construeing short-changed wise dictions
Too mighty for the mind panting in passion and I look at mine
With an eye disparaging:to contend joggling with skill
A match is not found,I wonder then what blood ran in their veins,
What surging skill rest in their skulls and what passion emboldens their work.
Slowly at that empty height:So minute!So brittle!
A precious breed ravaged,extortionating toil rendered futile.
An enthrall`d companion serves the moment,tenderly he holds
The shattered egg with pale shells lid apart resembling
A half moon beating the night.I throw a glance lamely at man`s imposed Structures bold with boxes and thousand pylons.A sight short-changed of Springs Grandeur:Only the greening square turfs upon my feet captures
The essence,only the leafing trees barren,treble,roll the wind with veined Boughs and hueful sparrows locked in migration perching aloft melodious.
Once,lost in childhood zest armed with buckets brimm`d with water
Mocking the streets frivolously splashing and getting splashed.
Then climb the peach trees full of mellow peaches chunking and devouring.Discreetly by twilight glued to fences stealing pied apricots
And green ferns,then by a leaping whiplash drawing a couple of welts
We galloped frantically as race horses nearing a finishing line.
