Poem The cuckoo song
Poem The cuckoo song In the middle of the garden Atop an oak tree tall Pearched on a long branch Is the bird cuckoo. Noticing the spring and greenary And taking the time to compose The divine song to sing sweetly . The divine singer captivating the ears And holding their breath till the song ends Mesmerizing the world by the tunes From the times when there were just sand dunes. The lovely singer bird cuckoo Like a gift to the world Making the king and pauper both smile.