Moringa Morning: Birdsong at Dawn

In a land where the mornings gleam,

Stands a Moringa, tall and supreme.

With branches that stretch far and wide,

A haven for avians, where they reside.

---------------------------------------------------

The sun's first light, on the horizon's brink,

Illuminates the leaves, making them blink.

And from the embrace of its lofty boughs,

Chirps and songs the silence douse.

----------------------------------------------------

Hummingbirds, with wings aflutter,

Sip from flowers, their hearts a mutter.

Dancing through the morning haze,

In a vibrant, mesmerizing ballet craze.

-----------------------------------------------------

Feathers of varied hues and size,

Dot the tree under the awakening skies.

They peck at leaves, so fresh and green,

A sight so serene, it feels like a dream.

------------------------------------------------------

The Moringa stands, in majestic grace,

A symphony of life, in a quiet embrace.

For in its shadow and its crest,

Nature finds its tranquil rest.

------------------------------------------------------

Every dawn, a melodious spree,

Thanks to the grand old Moringa tree.

Where small birds sing, and spirits rise,

Greeting the morn, under the vast skies