In The Symphony Of Birds Poem by Peacoke Indian

In the symphony of birds, I sought your voice,
Within the blooms, I searched for your grace,
With you by my side, I learned to perceive,
the beauty of nature, that I have ever seen.

In the budding spring, your fragrant lips,
In gentle breeze, I felt your warm embrace,
Tiny streams imitated, your elegant dance,
Dein proud walk, copied peacoke to ist own,

But alas, our love, like a butterfly in the sky,
It fluttered away, leaving me asking why.