Outside

Soothing, moving broken wing whilst relaxing in lights radiance, the bird song brings sheer cheer though only momentaneous. In tune I croon a lullaby for with nature I am one, the trees are watching, birds are flocking all under our great sun. Here, I ponder our big wide world and all that it does nurture, what was, what is, what will be and me the mere immerser. A love divine and is all mine-with this I do so stride, not once, with a thought-this poem I caught 'til I went outside.