Flight of the Starlings
One fine evening, off I wandered
towards the woods deep,
lured by aesthetic wonders
Laying on the mossy carpet,
I inhaled the fragrance wild of
berries ripe strewn over the ground
Ah! My heart skipped a beat seeing
a swooping mass of starlings
twirling in the sky so blue
Shapes gorgeous they formed
made me wonder if ‘twas a
swan or Olaf winking above
Enamored by these winged beauties
smiled the sun, as the leaves swirled,
mountains swooned, brooks burbled in glee
Dousing me in their euphony,
they left on a whim, whilst I kept
pondering if 'twas just a dream
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