Rhyming Nature Poem by Iftakar Ifti

Bird flies, flies above the sky, birds.
flowers are dancing as in their hearts.
Sun explores a new sunny days,
At once delight with joy all the bays.

A new song is voiced with a fine tune,
After a long tiring time in a mid June.
To track a vagabond there is nobody and none,
The journey has begun never-ending and fun.

All but none follow this footprint of shadow,
Like a sparkling Harvest blinking in the Meadow.
The beauty of nature smiles upon all the time,
As it's a proper time for a poet to write a lovely rhyme.

5.45am
01/02/21