Nature’s Treat

 

Dark clouds travels fast.
Oh! What a pleasant mild blow.
The dance gathering in, move a way fast,
is it a flock dance, but beautiful.
Clock yet to reach five.
Stage sky high, background was dark
where range of lights offered by the nature.
Wind catches the rhythm, tall trees in join the chorus.
Stage turn darker.
White beauties with slim brown body
fly in like a row of angles
moving around and around
quick and fast,
doubt any ballerina could do.

Oh, wind turned harsh,
clouds may be sad, in tears
sudden turn to downpour.
Where did those softy angels hide?

What a beautiful nature’s treat?
Cracked open thick nut shell,
set them free.
May be they are in their journey to grow tall.