The Visitors

I watch all day long

Crows and squirrels

Prancing up and down

The Champa* tree

I wish I could grow lighter feet

To cuddle the clouds

Touch the top of the trees

Flap wings across the sky

The visitors to my garden

Teach me to aspire

Beyond the limits of

My earthy skills and

Narrow domain of

Mundane worries

And cheap, unexciting thrills

Champa :Magnolia Champaka or Champak Tree

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