Below the azure sky they glide,
Birds of feather, wings spread wide,
From tree to tree, they swiftly roam,
Quality dance, a graceful poem.
A joy of flight, they soar,
From leafy boughs to distant shore,
Their journey incised in skies above,
As they find succour, peace and love.
Look! What a destiny!
Through branches potent, they find their way,
Guided by the sun's bright ray,
In ane unity, they take their flight,
A spectacle of pure delight.
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Author:
Benard Oluoch (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2023 08:00
- Category: Nature
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