Dangling by branches of the tree
Are several spoons.
Bizarre the spectacle was
But so was fascinating,
To see light mirrored by the spoons.
Reflecting every fleeting moments.
Like sand grains slipping out of hourglass
Not to escape but to build a sand castle;
along the sea, where you and I can last for eternity.
In the green light
Jingling to complement the whisper of leaves,
Creating their own legends,
Legends of some sweet performing rainbows.
Never have I seen so,
Neither heard of.
It’s a sight of fable
To assemble the fantasy.
Fable where the scene will not be tried
But appreciated as the actuality.