Moringa Morning: Birdsong at Dawn
Nature's Symphony Beneath a Towering Tree
In a land where the mornings gleam,
Stands a Moringa, tall and supreme.
With branches that stretch far and wide,
A haven for avians, where they reside.
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The sun's first light, on the horizon's brink,
Illuminates the leaves, making them blink.
And from the embrace of its lofty boughs,
Chirps and songs the silence douse.
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Hummingbirds, with wings aflutter,
Sip from flowers, their hearts a mutter.
Dancing through the morning haze,
In a vibrant, mesmerizing ballet craze.
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Feathers of varied hues and size,
Dot the tree under the awakening skies.
They peck at leaves, so fresh and green,
A sight so serene, it feels like a dream.
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The Moringa stands, in majestic grace,
A symphony of life, in a quiet embrace.
For in its shadow and its crest,
Nature finds its tranquil rest.
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Every dawn, a melodious spree,
Thanks to the grand old Moringa tree.
Where small birds sing, and spirits rise,
Greeting the morn, under the vast skies
About the Creator
Ammar Nadeem
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