Of carousing birds
Warbling syncopated chorals
While waltzing the foliage through sunlight's radiance
The wind comes alive as butterflies, bees orchestrate aromas of petalled blossoms.
Nestling under the aquamarine, marigolds gleefully bob their golden heads teasing, ruffling the air to a symphony of fragrance.
My universe begins with the Milky Way, my head in cloud nine, between me and the December sky, only the scented zephyr with it's bouquet of blooms, where I inhale the day, watch the birds conducting their musical ensemble.
A Fibonacci poem .