Summer Bird Poem by Julian Takali

Aware of the shaky trees, fleeting birds and rosy leaves
Pointing them out as we stroll and loll
Your finger spies the sylvan daydream
And the blossom turquoise sky

But disregard all of that

The sun wouldnt slice the clouds with the same ardor
The wind wouldnt caress your hair so tender
The cherry cinemmon wouldnt kiss our noses
The glass river would be dull and tired
The strong lively tree would be merely a twig
The lovely aroma in the welkin would pollute

If you werent there
On that bench
To motivate them
As a friend

If you wouldnt show
Every weekend
Spend your time with them
From start to end

If you werent there
To tell the birds to hum
To inspire the moon
To flirt with the sun