Treasure Island

Maria C. Costa

(Portugal)

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Sweet Harmony


There is no wind blowing
The tree stands green, serene.
It enjoys the bird's singing
And wonders: 'What does it mean? '

Blessed by this soft rain
Both the bird and the tree
Keep singing tunes again
Flooding the earth with glee!

The bird's chants soar above the tree
This one feels nurtured by them
Its leaves dancing onto the sea
Where the bird goes and treasures them!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, April 04, 2012

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