The birds flying in the evening sky captivates me creating a flutter in the already racing heart. They form such artistic patterns as they fly. These birds flying in a flock take an emergent character, without any chaos in flight making gorgeous patterns. The birds come together wheeling, turning and sweeping in unison forming beautiful formations.
It is a photograph captured in the mind, heart and soul. like abstracts written across the sky; that of a bird, fish, heart, wave or a geometrical pattern. Just before dusk it is a breathtaking sight to behold. The mesmerizing act of birds each evening is a splendid performance of aerial manoeuvres, that occur with such spontaneity, it surprises and fills joy in the beholder.
Nature brings forth such perfect artistry, its mesmerizing beauty enthralls me. They fly in tight formations making patterns with ease. My daily rendezvous with sunset has been a marvelous experience, watching these birds fly in gay abandon. They make astonishingly sharp and beautiful patterns that leaves me in a wondrous state, oblivious of my surroundings. It is a spectacular display of the flock as they fly away home. It is an incredible sight to catch a glimpse of those beautiful patterns.
Birds formations are a feast to the eyes, as they keep changing every second. I just can't help watching them in awe. They swirl through the sky in magnificent ballet that seems perfectly choreographed. It is a perfect rustle of many pairs of wings, a group dance of birds that is truly an amazing sight. It is a striking ability of a flock to shift shapes as one, reflecting the genius of a collective behaviors, something very inspiring.
At first sight it seems like an incredible moving picture hovering in the sky with their amazing and mind boggling formations. I am dumb struck at times, watching the birds suddenly take flight in lovely formations, a spectacular display of sensational patterns. It amazes me to see their artistry in the sky when they fly across the setting sun. I am ever thankful to cancer for bringing back my lost self.
A flock of birds,
Form a rising crescendo,
Up and down, across the sky,
At the onset of dusk.
Like a speck of dust,
To amazing formations,
In a gorgeous way,
Creating a stunning ballet.
Their artistic choreography,
Enthralls me to enslave,
My captivated heart,
With a symphonic flutter.
It is a photograph captured in the mind, heart and soul. like abstracts written across the sky; that of a bird, fish, heart, wave or a geometrical pattern. Just before dusk it is a breathtaking sight to behold. The mesmerizing act of birds each evening is a splendid performance of aerial manoeuvres, that occur with such spontaneity, it surprises and fills joy in the beholder.
Nature brings forth such perfect artistry, its mesmerizing beauty enthralls me. They fly in tight formations making patterns with ease. My daily rendezvous with sunset has been a marvelous experience, watching these birds fly in gay abandon. They make astonishingly sharp and beautiful patterns that leaves me in a wondrous state, oblivious of my surroundings. It is a spectacular display of the flock as they fly away home. It is an incredible sight to catch a glimpse of those beautiful patterns.
Birds formations are a feast to the eyes, as they keep changing every second. I just can't help watching them in awe. They swirl through the sky in magnificent ballet that seems perfectly choreographed. It is a perfect rustle of many pairs of wings, a group dance of birds that is truly an amazing sight. It is a striking ability of a flock to shift shapes as one, reflecting the genius of a collective behaviors, something very inspiring.
At first sight it seems like an incredible moving picture hovering in the sky with their amazing and mind boggling formations. I am dumb struck at times, watching the birds suddenly take flight in lovely formations, a spectacular display of sensational patterns. It amazes me to see their artistry in the sky when they fly across the setting sun. I am ever thankful to cancer for bringing back my lost self.
A flock of birds,
Form a rising crescendo,
Up and down, across the sky,
At the onset of dusk.
Like a speck of dust,
To amazing formations,
In a gorgeous way,
Creating a stunning ballet.
Their artistic choreography,
Enthralls me to enslave,
My captivated heart,
With a symphonic flutter.
1 comment:
Those wanton spirits, lift our hearts.
Beautifully penned thoughts..
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