Mellisonant
Birds chirping, of springtime loves drift
Softly, upon a gentle breezes flowing
Magically, between the bows dancing
To the rythms rippling, the waters edge
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Frogs croakings, of morning mists echo
Pleasantly sooths, the hearts beating
In time with the Flickers, rhythmic peckings
Soothingly, daydreaming begins anew
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Blue Herons majestic, entrance gracefully
Fluttering hearts strings, melonic tones
Deepening trance like, mentally dancing
Plucking words, from minds bygone crevices
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Ducklings paddling gleefully, softly peeping
Barefoot meandering, in billowing clovers
Refreshing the souls, barefeet wanderings
Mellisonant, within Mother Nature’s tithings
Featherstonepoetry
