Or is it just nature's way of keeping other creatures mystified? A waft of freshly mowed grass rises in the air and strokes the bare branches of sleeping oaks. Is he fetching vigor for rebirth? Or is he wary from its long life? Thy emulus flowers are dead too. Some are flowering even in their fall. Everything seems to be in a transition
Ranjana Kamo
@Gamechanger · 0:08
Very beautifully narrated and really liked it. Keep sharing. Have a good evening. Bye
And I could just imagine it in my head, and I think it's just a very nostalgic image for me of nature in the morning, and I love the morning hours and the way everything comes alive. So, as usual, your poem is absolutely descriptive, like the language that you have used. And also, apart from that, just, again, the various themes that you touch