Bird of Paradise

Bird Of Paradise Where o' where does bird of paradise hide its nest perhaps deep in a very old and well worn shoe, one scuffed up, well traveled and not its very best bearing those haunting scars that life itself accrues, or within a busy gnat's earliest morn drink as it gulps dew from a bright lazy buttercup, wondering what not to wear and how not to think only knowing life demands it this liquid sup. Could be invisible realm within mankind's touch much as waves of saltwater beach-flung by the sea soakings feet, sands and breaking stubborn rocks so much as to bring majestic pleasures likes as are we, else dreamscape, its fruited orchards ripe and divine magnificent desserts crying out just to be Nature's colorful bounty, its gifts very fine born of earth, hanging from weighted limbs of a tree. Nay, such fancy are mere wisps of wind in man's heart bird of paradise its wings all about us spreads, it lives in eternity and has from man's start came to us in sweet dreams as we sleep in our beds Yet we can not rule out Nature having one too for we must admit its still well hidden treasures we should learn to appreciate more than we do beauty of life, Love's depths, its joys beyond measure. Bird of Paradise, this night may I fly with you through dawn's expanse, its whispering twilight gleamings, to crystal clear gardens of romantic fervor and find her, my dream princess to live forever. Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2020 Rhyme, ( Within Man's Soul, Exists A Beauty Beyond Measure )