Blues On The Wing

Blues on the wing A Whip-poor-will does sing Flows with the wind to my ear drums Truly and softly sung Its song is like a dream Rainbows so heavenly gleam Painting a landscape like a movie Inciting such remarkable scenes Depicting the creator's choice 3D in technicolor so gloriously groovy. Trees are gently swaying improvising rhythms with its voice while the leaves rustle, playing a counterpoint perfectly poised. A flock of skylarks soon arrive with a symphonic harmony. Reminding us that spring's alive The amazing ornithology is a wondrous thing to rejoice streaking their colors through the skies. Blues on the wing The wood thrush liltingly swings with its pleasurable quavers as it sentimentally wilts and sighs Sprouting are the magnolias with their transient grace to present a gorgeous place like an idyllic phenomena transporting us with flavors. The primulas shyly blossom like an artist portraying sensually expressive ballerinas. Blues on the wing inspires Mother Nature's son This Country Boy Blue is woken from a chorus of swallows in this paradisal moment of spring. His early morning chores are left undone as he chases away his sorrows. His day is set to rendezvous with his country princess. Her breath he will surely follow. Blowing his horn in the garden with a throng of new-born sparrows. He then in a haystack will rest exchanging kisses to slowly hearten his lavish female companion. Her side he will never abandon. Blues on the wing Flying kindly high and over A bouquet of roses he will bring with a handful of four-leaf clover. Blessed by a sweet aroma as it comes forth to refashion the hidden mimosa. We cast forth with a chuckle as with our fantasy we fathom and we keep our composure by thrusting our passions. The lilac forest and honeysuckle empower our senses to gather the depth of the vernal season bringing us to a marvelous pinnacle. Keeping our spirit of lust rather than losing the exposure to the lightened path of reason. The breathtaking brevity of this cherished miracle will transform the triviality into the most profound phantasm. Within this state of mind we discover an enclosure like a mystery enshrined. Gifting us with sublimity and a deeper enthusiasm. Blues on the wing Slowly the sunset proceeds Stroking my delicate heartstrings Melancholy will not supersede as we savor the imagery Overcoming our banal needs to relax and view the evening as once again appears Orion sinking into the west to speed the coming of the early dawn. The chirping of the wren then heeds the mountain dew and the fawn to dance in the morning sun.