Amidst the Trees and Birds by Suman Pokhrel

Amidst the Trees and Birds
by Suman Pokhrel


Birds in the trees of my courtyard,
sing and unfurl to greet the dawn,
a serenade woven with nature's fingers,
awakens me from
the grasp of slumber.

Their melodies,
like whispers from another realm,
find their way to the sanctuary of my soul,
infusing each moment with the grace of flight.

Their song, an artist's brush
on the canvas of dawn,
strokes of melody paint stories untold,
a symphony painting rhythms
to guide the walk of the earth.

But what if,
one morning, their song should falter?
what if
these colors faded, the canvas turned blank?

Would I, stripped
of their music's tender offering,
still find the same vigor to embrace the day?
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