There, far, on the lonely branch
the finch has opened its beak.
The tree, so of fruit at last,
bears orchids smuggled so deep.
The icy nectar has been waxed
by the small unspoken bees.
The does and rays have risen,
and the tune of the birds is not far.
Dawn brough along with it the sun,
oh the pretty sun-so near,
the snow had melted, the buds had awaken,
the nightingale cowered
under the thinning moon. The night-
has grown old. Dawn has dawned.
The finch still sits on the branch.
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PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The beauty of nature in this poem is well expressed in great images. A lovely write
Thank you so much
Nice imagery in a lovely poem about the beauty of nature, enjoyed the read
Thank you
You are very welcome
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