She tweets in the lawn

   

        She  tweets  in  the  lawn

In  the quest of new, surrender of  self
To the  polymath  greenery of environment
She  sheds her plumage, retains  a few,
She tweets on the lawn,
No lamentations, no pining
Except  for  the cherished plumage,
She  reconciles  it is  all
For  the good,  a process by itself.
She  tweets on  the  lawn.
Hers is the lawn, loneliness gone,
She  lets go  a  white  feather
Meandering  giving  it  a  free pass.
She tweets  on  the lawn.