The diving roller eagerly leaped from the clutches of the sky,
And settled upon a lush tree, with a carefree sigh;
It moved down to a leaf, guzzling the Summer dew,
And then with a sparkle of energy, back to the sky it flew;
A gentle doe roamed the verdant mead,
And to kiss her lively fawn, she gently bent;
Then they paced along with light and free steps,
And finally into a gushing brook, with spontaneity they leapt;
The Delphic thrush found its voice again,
As he sung of things dark, unknown and foreign;
And these notes of varying shades of poignance,
Did hide behind it unearthed truths of constance;
For the wise thrush sang songs of love and war,
Of painful hardships and animal slaughter,
Songs that voiced their sacred freedom,
A reminder that this aeon of tyranny had passed.
– Rehaan
