Their voices sounded throughout meadows green,
a majestic swirl, of pearly white and emerald teal.
I witness rays of shimmering moon pouring upon,
illuminating their glorious plume. Suddenly time,
comes to a complete standstill, I open my eyes, to
see rise of tangerine dawn.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
and for Quadrille 31 @ dVerse Poets Pub