The beaked feathers of symphony filled
the air. Strings of lights came down to stare
The bone finger branches filled no spaces
The wheel of tangerine orange fire burst
Above the eternal punching velvet sky
The sea of swaying mixed flowers
Swayed like a chorus of children
Singing together. An aroma of
Of blueberry and lemon silk grass
A stream silver sheen glistening
a trinklet quiet sound making
zen tranquility just listening
Obeying the trout fish swishing
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Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
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I like this
All the sounds, feels and images of nature at work. The second stanza appears to be intentionally short..but maybe add a couple more lines for consistency. Your structure is improving. Maybe work on where you leave off and start new sentences so they don't sound choppy. All in all...well done.