Belong.

 Where Birds Belong

A garden wakes in silent bloom,

With petals bright and sweet perfume,

The leaves may dance, the branches sway,

Yet something feels still far away.

For flowers smile in colors deep,

And ancient trees their vigil keep,

But silence lingers in the air,

As though a song is missing there.

Then softly, like a whispered grace,

A bird arrives, a fleeting trace,

And with its call, so pure, so clear,

The garden finds its voice to hear.

Each chirp a note, each trill a prayer,

That weaves through earth and sky and air,

A melody no hand can weave,

A gift no heart would dare to leave.

Now life awakens, पूर्ण, complete,

Where wing and wind and blossoms meet,

For gardens bloom in truest art

When birds sing close to nature’s heart.