Nature's Tapestry

A winsome weave, simple and real, Warp and weft; a tight twill, A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug, With soft crossways and tumphy tug. Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed, Cynical twists like waves unsealed, The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field. Matchless display by the peacock, Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock, Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise, All while rivals raise their voice. Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance, Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance, Peahens’ basics caught in a stance. Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry, Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree, Richly captivating...lines of love, Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.