Symphony Of The Wind Poem by Tango
Symphony Of The Wind
Early in the morning when walking my dog.
I hear the early morning chorus,
and the croaking of the frogs,
Above clouds, they dance across the sky,
twirling their pink skirts,
as they go passing by.
In unison the trees they sway,
to the symphony of the wind,
it is the the dawning of another lovely day.
Tango.
The morning seems like the most beautiful time of the day. Unfortunately, I was never a morning person, haha!
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4/22/2024 1:48:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your imagery makes me see the twirling skirts of the Moulin Rouge Girls of the sky - lovey Tango - Cindy