Gazing at the tall Indian beech,
I thought I saw a hint of peach,
amidst the lush leaves of green,
was that a touch of tangerine?
Into the thickets it had gone,
chasing a shade of persimmon,
if it was to be a whistling parrot,
why did I see a hue of carrot?
Was it a notion an illusion, maya,
the reason for a tinge of papaya,
still it seemed somewhat funny,
who would flaunt grey and honey.
Over my eyes used water to splosh,
maybe I would stop seeing squash,
no, not a trick on my eyes played,
indeed there was some marmalade!
I decidedly had the hill to clamber,
in order to spot the source of amber,
before the bird decided to scram,
I wanted to sight the tone of yam.
Thistles brambles left me flustered,
yet I managed to spy the mustard,
a bird of beauty did my eyes behold,
all the efforts were worthy as gold.
And lest you ask why use all these words sublime,
let me tell you with no words does orange rhyme!
[In pictures: The Orange-headed Thrush (Geokichla citrina cyanota), male surrounded by clusters of stunningly bright reddish-orange flowers of the Scarlet Sterculia (Sterculia colorata).]
– Narendra Nayak © 2019