Together

There swam a sweet symphony

Through the woody whistles.

The leaves and roots,

The trunks and branches,

The dainty grass,

The swirling waters,

rejoiced in the charm.

This symphony of the cuckoo,

enthralling the surround,

with the melody of the delicacy;

That delicacy of the nectar

dropped by an enchantress-

the myriad hued butterfly.

The cuckoo awaits to see,

That chrome some day;

Relish that sweetness-yet again;

And render another golden tune.