Song Tree

Birds Speak

Soft rose fans a cimmerian sky;

The musicale has long since begun.

The wondrous sound is joyous accord

Of harmonious plainsong.

Each toils with endless tasks.

An inveterate sense of allegiance

In allegreto,

Born of ancient intuitions.

Music from the song tree

Will endure the aeons.

Still, meaning is not heard by all

And understood by only the singers.

Theirs is a chimerical rhapsody...

An undeniably sweet song of survival.

Reviews

[jesserose99]

What a beautiful metaphor...this is a lovely weaving of words.