Poem: Spring
Bismillah, Spring is the time of colours, Butterflies dance around flowers. Painted with all types of colours. The canopy of the trees, painted golden with sunshine. With the leaves dancing in the wind. And the mango tree in blossom, Looks like a golden tree. The birds sing, And they open their wings, And fly. They collect the things, Soft and colourful, For their babies to grow in. The eagle soars, Its eyes fixed on the prey, It wants to feed its babies. It's amazing, The colours of nature, They make me... .... And you... Happy! So this was the poem. I have something to tell you all, related to the death of my birds. You know the eagles killed them, but they hunted by birds because that's what they do, and this is also the breeding season, so they must've fed my birds to it's chicks. I don't blame the eagles, maybe they death of my birds was a "happening thing" Just what I was thinking. Sidra
