Two birds with golden beaks,
Never a gaze away, as in sweet language they speak.
Their gait, side ways, on my red stoned trail
Not a single sunrise with them, my vision fails
Perching on that high bark with their treasured grains of barley
A dance of joyance showcased, as they flap in ecstasy.
These little lives that mingle, dawn through dusk
Strolling, flying and sharing with spirit undaunted,
No less than the mighty one with his tusk.
Intrigued I am, in awe, magically haunted,
Wishing this world caught its spell.
Oh my little ones, it's the simple ones, in hearts, which ring that bell.
Never a gaze away, as in sweet language they speak.
Their gait, side ways, on my red stoned trail
Not a single sunrise with them, my vision fails
Perching on that high bark with their treasured grains of barley
A dance of joyance showcased, as they flap in ecstasy.
These little lives that mingle, dawn through dusk
Strolling, flying and sharing with spirit undaunted,
No less than the mighty one with his tusk.
Intrigued I am, in awe, magically haunted,
Wishing this world caught its spell.
Oh my little ones, it's the simple ones, in hearts, which ring that bell.
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