In an empty playground I hear the echoing throng
Tui’s clicking din mocking tui’s mechanical song
I see whispering ferns and a lonely kauri tree
Playing in the winter sun, the intuitive bird and me
In an empty playground I hear the echoing throng
Tui’s clicking din mocking tui’s mechanical song
I see whispering ferns and a lonely kauri tree
Playing in the winter sun, the intuitive bird and me
There is no bird in Virginia (U.S.) with a sound quite like that. Very nice. Thank you for sharing this!
what a lovely song 🙂
I like the photo and the poem justifies it. Nice.
I really like this one. Thanks for posting!