Birdsong

By garden pathway hear morning bird song, Sparkling rainbows sight on dewdrop allure; Words need not say how echoes wing strong, Sounds swing high and low in fond manners pure, Each floral beauty speaks with humble sigh, My tryst at dawn light spells of strange affairs; Tints hint most happy the cheery waves high, Nature frames insight as delight finds air. Perfume garden spice floats among these shrubs, Greening glowing grace in splurge of warm wit; Bright flowers entice with the breezy rub, Fond wonder finds space waltzing bit by bit. Plumeria tints sigh upon the high boughs, Floral mints I spy where happy sights glow. Leon Enriquez 09 April 2017 Singapore