'The Squirrel And The Crow' Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In a realm where branches dance with light,
Where nature weaves its tapestry bright,
Two creatures met, in morning's glow,
A squirrel swift, a crow in crow.

The squirrel, agile, with fur of flame,
In treetops played, a lively game.
With nimble leaps and bounds so free,
It danced among the canopy.

Beside it perched, with feathers sleek,
A crow of black, its gaze unique.
Its eyes, like beads of polished coal,
Watched the squirrel with a knowing soul.

The squirrel chattered, its tail a whirl,
As it raced along each leafy curl.
With acrobatic feats untold,
It chased the wind in a dance so bold.

Yet high above, the crow did soar,
Its wings outstretched, it seemed to explore.
With every flap, a story told,
Of windswept journeys, of tales untold.

Through dappled shade and sunlight's gleam,
They moved as in a timeless dream.
In their dance, a bond did form,
Between the squirrel, the crow so warm.

For though they differed in form and flight,
In that moment, their worlds aligned just right.
In harmony, they shared the air,
A squirrel's boundless joy, a crow's wise stare.

And so they played beneath skies so wide,
Two kindred spirits, side by side.
For in nature's grand tapestry,
All creatures find their harmony.