Birds Beauty Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A flash of wing, a feathered dream,
The bird, it seems, the bright supreme.
All colors dance, a rainbow bright,
That catches sun with pure delight.

A tiny throat, a song so clear,
A chirping call, for all to hear.
Beneath the trees, a green embrace,
They sing their claim, in time and space.

Though some are gray, and some are brown,
Like Shoebill tall, with solemn frown,
Even it, with simple grace,
Has beauty etched upon its face.

Not just the parrot, bold and grand,
But every bird, throughout the land,
A wonder waits, in every flight,
A jewel of joy, a shining light.

T.M.Solvang