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On the greens, five birds peacefully busy
May be munching on their delicacies
Behind the crimson flowers smile and wave
O’er the spectacular scene the divine grace beams
The only constant in an unstable world!
Care not they of each other’s colour or status
Neither anyone would betray their friendship
For they’ve promised to be together
The hunter’s trap may be lurking from behind
Jealous of their pristine happiness!
O! Let me extol Nature’s survival feat!
Despite backstabbed it generously offers pulchritude
Refreshing and healing, teaching many a thing
Life’s a monochrome without such colours of joy!