Upon a tree branch, high and free,
A bird with feathers, bright to see,
Its gaze darts 'round, both near and far,
Searching for sights, a curious star.
With wings of grace, it takes the flight,
Descending down, a swift delight,
A dance with Earth, a fleeting glance,
Then back it soars, a second chance.
Its melody, a tune so sweet,
Echoes through leaves, a joyful feat,
A symphony of notes so clear,
Enchants all ears that dare to hear.
In human tongue, this tale I spin,
Of bird and tree, where dreams begin,
Nature's ballet, a wondrous show,
A song of life, where all hearts flow.
About the Creator
Joy Lakra
Free verse poet inspired by reading, exploring love, life, nature, and travel. I creatively express emotions and complex feelings, sharing a unique perspective and inviting readers to connect with the beauty of seeing the world differently.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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