A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory
A Nightingale sings of dawn's glory
In the still of the night
She croons in crescendo the story
Of how the sun gives light
The Mighty Creator who made her
Made the ball of fire too
That transforms the darkness to a blur
Of reddish-orange hue
The dawn in its painted pageantry
Woos the nightingale's tune
It's a stunning trendy tapestry
With colours of heav'n strewn
The bird knows the summons of the dawn
Yet does not wish to stop
Soon the soft pink curtains must be drawn
Mesmerising backdrop
Her last aria comes to an end
With the rise of the dawn
The sun silences his sweet li'l friend
Yet her lilt lingers on
05.18.2021
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