A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory
As the spring zephyr smoothly sails,
with the wings spread wide skyward
flies low in grace the little nightingale,
the migrant charming songbird.
The lively bird of the bright daylight,
tweeters with morning sunburst zest,
keeps the rhythm of avian delight
within the fold of silvery satin breast.
When all the thrushes are silent,
it sings to chaperone the first sunray,
tracing the trail of the dawn’s advent,
while in the wind the tune drifts away.
Little nightingale on the glistened tree,
in the voice of pristine nature it sings,
flies on the ripples of its own melody,
as the nascent sun shines on its wings.
The silky bird on a bough perched high
outside my window as night melts away,
sings the dawn’s glory floating softly by,
ushering in for me a jubilant new day.
May 20, 2021
Title chosen : A Nightingale Sings Of Dawn's Glory
Contest : This Or That Vol 3
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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