BLISS OF SOLITUDE

A moment of escape! Hibernation!
Into the wild; a rejuvenation!
Beneath the dusk of contemplation,
Behold the birds of innovation.

Returning to their gemutlich nest,
Kissing thru' the ochre breast
Of the sky; swaying o'er in zest,
They bask within the clouds at rest.

Far and wide the open seas,
Ruffled by the gushing breeze,
Their panorama creates memories,
Drenched in rains of the easterlies.

Perched on the wings of subtle time,
The sun goes down as a mundane rhyme,...