Under the sky that was beautifully blue,
Was a little windmill bright !
Its walls were brown and the blades blue,
It was indeed a lovely sight.
Besides the wind mill was a big old tree,
It stood really tall with its branches wide!
On the tree made its home a little birdie,
And sang a few songs with his friends side by side!
The birds finished what they had to sing,
And with a flutter of their wings flew!
Eagerly seeing what the day would bring
A pattern across the sky they drew!
This poem takes me to Coimbatore where I have had these feeling once while travelling.
ReplyDeleteWow! You write nice poems Jaish!
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
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ReplyDeleteIt Was Remembering my childhood thank you
ReplyDeleteprestige willow tree
That would be a good sight (I like to observe birds)
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