In the gentle hush of morning light,
A pigeon graces a wooden table’s height.
Feathers gleam, soft and grey,
As it pecks at seeds in the suns’s warm ray.
Nature’s calm in a green embrace,
Leaves whisper secrets in a tranquil space.
The garden breathes, alive and I still.
Beneath the trees, the bird does dine,
A simple moment, pure and fine.
In this quiet, life’s beauty found,
In the gentle coo and rusting sound.
I hope you all like this 👍😍
29 сен 2024
