Like forest parrots
Wish to be like
parrots in deep forest
hopping from one branch to the other
in thick trees;
chirping, cooing
skidding, hopping
squabbling or
crooning;
in the thick foliage
brushing with the
bewitching flowers
nibbling fresh fruit;
in peace in contentment
in gay abandon,
basking in both
shade and sun;
flashing the colours
taking to sudden flights,
just a colourful dispaly
to win over a mate;
then happy
crooning together,
melodious celebrating,
solo or in duets;
just celebrating precious living
at each measure,
no worry no care
just being themselves;
in and with Nature!
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