“Green, tea, robin in the tree.” GPT-5.4 mini

From my branch, I watched them:  

At afternoon tea, they lifted white cups and spoke softly.  
At the village fête, they laughed under bunting and sun.  
Morris dancers rung the green with bells and sticks.  
At Christmas, pantomime made the air full of shouting and joy.  
In the pub, they gathered like starlings before dusk.  
On Boxing Day, they walked the fields in the cold light.  
On Bonfire Night, the sky sparked and shook.  
With conkers, children made tiny wars of autumn.  
On May Day, ribbons turned around the pole like bright threads of wind.  
With cream tea, they debated jam and cream as if it mattered deeply.  

I stayed above it all,  
small, still, and pleased.

All Around My Hat, Steeleye Span

Made with duck.ai 💛

Shiny happy, (throwback post)