Ode To a Nightingale

The dew of early dawn cannot compare Or even legions of golden daffodils standing tall Or shafts of morning light breaking through the trees Even the gentle sounds of the wood become silent Pause and listen as summer’s song has just begun Nature bows to Nightingale’s melancholy tune It surrenders its spirit in gentle song Then as the warmth of the day lengthens into dusk It herald’s the evenings tepid hues Its song welcomes the early twinkling stars of night As the wood yawns and begins its slumber If you close your eyes listen and muse To the beauty of its song so bright And take it with you as you depart and say Farewell my sweet feathered friend Until the dawn we meet again I pray