And he lands from a higher note
to chance upon the Sun,
his eyes blush,
away he twists and takes the cue,
elates upon another
age old, age old tune.
And she tip toes across a stream,
steps on clouds perhaps a few,
and she glibly woos among the roses
one lover, maybe two
and simply slips
into the playful tune.
And when two fawns of the same doe
descend a spritely tune,
it sparks the warmest smile upon
the brightest spring hue.
And. . .
wow jai.