Once upon on the trees
Peering from afar
Through the murky mist, I
stood on the water's pebbles
Making out,
of the mind of the finch,
Of the birds,
alighting upon the oaken stems.
The brink of the scenario more
beckoned unto me
Feeling every detail, of
there thoughts, as they were in pairs.
"Forest of oaks and oaks of birds;
festive of love and that of birds"
Being a bird watcher,
I wondered alone as a lonely moon
Whose sight is never departing
Unearthing the seraphic nature of these creature
The birds in tryst; yea, on the oaks.