A beautiful blue bird,
Landed so softly on the redwood,
Back, deck rail,
A grayish body, with black, white, and blue markings,
From its head to the tail.
A very strong, tough bird to survive,
The changing weather, and environment,
Even though they look so frail.
A background of nature, all a dark green, as far as I can see,
As I look out my window, to the west,
Across the old pond,
There are a few brown branches,
On a dying ash tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Lovely poem. Images of a lovely scene you have created.