Bird

Bird

A breeze carries its cheerful flight,
Feathers shining in morning light.
Melodies drift from branch to sky,
Hope awakens when they fly.

Nestled dreams in leafy shade,
Gentle sounds the silence made.
Wings of wonder touch the blue,
Joy is born with every view.

Without their charm, the earth feels still,
Empty woods, a hollow hill.
No soft chirps to greet the sun,
A world less bright, a song undone.

GR kaviyoor 
19 07 2025

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