In the Garden
A lovely bird
Of brown, in the garden
Once lost in the field of grieves
Has picked up the threads of life
Now her mind rejoicing
Enjoying the last hour
Of summer joy
A lovely bird
Of brown, in the garden
Humming songs
Of olden lullabies
While, happily breast feeding
The exact replica
Of mine
A lovely bird
Of brown, in the garden
Staring the fruit of eternal love
His purple-violet like color of skin
The jolly, warmth of his flesh
And sweet smell
Really, the pride of her beauty
A lovely bird
Of brown, in the garden
Where her evergreen angel’s trumpets
The arrival of heir to the silvery quill
Whisper my name to the passing wind
As I came, to embrace them
With love and care
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