I wondered how the little singing bird
knew where his nest was. The tall oak trees
seemed so confusing as a chorus of bugs
filled the air with songs. I see a bug
crawl into the blue flower, the blue bird
takes sticks to its nest. I can see the tree
begin to open as a flower, this tree
receives the Sun gracefully. Little bugs
hide in the grasses and another bird
jumps, a bird sings with the tree bugs.
No comments:
Post a Comment