Magical Tongue

Saw a white dove ruminating peacefully, watching a sea gull fly past, lonely and lost, or rushing to its loved ones, or searching for food, could be its silent reverie.. both settling purely as joyous serenity, in my heart.. a crow flew past with food tightly held in its beak.. whiffs of food smells reached across the wind, bringing visions of bustling kitchens, and morning routines.. the crows relayed their messages far and wide.. birds flap their wings furiously every morning, whether to clean, or open them out, no one knows.. flowers grew as one, orange, pink and magenta.. retaining their identity, impervious to outside behavior..  nature enhances the senses, attuning to itself, teaching its magical tongue..