In their short laps
Birds hop from flower
To flower
Bathing in the fresh
Ray of the sun in the
Morning hour
With their soft hums
Bees flit from flower
To flower
Colored dusts stick
To wings as they go on
Sucking nectar
Fragrances fill the air
As slowly buds open up
Into flowers
They swing like dancers
Of the east crowding the
Thick bowers
The pursuit of birds and bees in the morning hour- Nicely captured through this lovely poem. Thanks.
Just a small effort to jot down my thoughts Sir. Thanks for inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good descriptive poem like your Beautiful Morning.....nice observation nicely crafted...interesting poem ..10++++...thanks a lot for your comment on my poem friend