Framed

Little birds nested around the branches
Of an old dry cherry tree in this morning
Choirs for spring, along with the sheltered;
Tiny creatures roaming over motherly earth.

Before wishes ferry as a soft melody in
The warmly glow of lucent ray:cold wind
Partly reveals my living' within a concept
And I start wondering about colors,seen.

Just then,at the start of another disruptions
I narrate myself inside the room, and leave
These little birds making their way slowly
For the spring- As I should wait for that too!
~

Your shadow becomes a self-reflection
To my life. When this earth goes dark,
A faint ray of hope sprinkles behind the
Thoughts of my untold melancholy.Grace!
~