Whimsical & Mystical

By Glen Savio Palmer

Amidst the hills where shadows played

We walked the twisted pine-clad trail

The deodors towered high in search of light

A haven for feathered friends of flight

Then came a sound, so clear & whimsical

A trilling tune, its origins mystical

It pierced the stillness, filled the air

A fleeting moment, ethereal and rare

Hand in hand, we paused to see

The source of such sweet melody

We glimpsed the vanishing wings in the green sea

Etched into our hearts for eternity.

By Glen Savio Palmer