Saturday, July 19, 2014

The message......

“You don’t need the curtains, really!”

The message......

Sweeping through the tangle of branches
peacefully came the cool breeze
Soaked in colours the dawning sky,
with rising sun, peeped thru’ the trees

One tree wore dusty brown branches

Carrying new leaves glowing with sheen
It towered over its neighbour
As it touched the blue sky with its green

The other stood with younger branches

Its light green leaves a few inches away
The two gladly gave each other company
thru’ each silent night and day

Watching the sun drench the two

with its strong golden light
I sat enjoying their green beauty
when I spotted in one, at a height

A raven that sat almost still

Against the green, its black stood out bold
Motionless it was, without a sound
feathers and wings glowed in the afternoon gold
when suddenly appeared another raven
its calls renting the air
Excitedly the two exchanged stories
as they kept flying here and there

Gleefully flitted about the duo

as they sent down the tree a few shivers
rattling the branches, shaking the leaves
creating waves travelling in rivers

Briefly breaking the afternoon silence

The two friends took flight
Just as I thought I was all alone
The butterflies came within sight

Thru’ the branches and the leaves

the pretty things explored in and out
Weren’t they hunting for flowers in them?
Blissful, spreading bliss, no doubt

Lighting up the trees with

bright yellow in each wing
they fluttered about in joy
when came the bees buzzing

Flying in twos and threes

They looked for daily nectar
The butterflies gave them company
As I looked on from afar

For long moments they went about

Flying and buzzing, buzzing and flying
As the sun came slowly climbing down
“I’m blessed to be here”, I was sighing

A sweet music floated down

Spreading happiness like never before
Slowly the cuckoo stilled as twilight crept in
Leaving me hungering for more

I missed the caws and chirps

For sundown ‘twas, bringing in quiet and peace
And I went to draw my balcony curtains
When my eyes again fell on the trees

“Why do you want to keep us out?” asked a voice

from the thick dark foliage
“You don’t need the curtains, really!”
Slow and silent came their message.



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