An Enchanting Blue

An Enchanting Blue
There's some hypnotic flavour in march
Raking wet blossoms when grass is cut
Parrots in a cage are snared
Losing pleasures of
The wings they have
The wings we had
To reach a glade
Where blinds cannot be pulled down
We could restart from the end

Bring tinkly toys in a copper house
Discover melodies in things around