I yearn for ecstasy
A feeling profound
that makes my heart
Beat fast, too fast.
I look around the plain
so full of orange-colored leaves.
At the same time, above flying around
I hear the melodious twittering
Of warblers and colored chaffinches,
Whilst above clouds rush
Chasing each other.
Below a rainbow shimmer
amongst the hills.
Oh what splendour!
No wind will spoil my affectations
It feels as if heaven has descended
As children played around.
Oh how joyous is their laughter.
So why do you wonder
I feel in ecstasy?
How pleasing to us are the quiet of the country lanes.
The vociferous extrovert chaffinches sing their refrains.
Remember how often we would trek the lonely paths
Occasionally they find some rill and have their baths
So common all over earth since they love to migrate,
Flying happily but from birds of prey quickly elate.
Their natural habitat is the woodland where they can rest.
Their songs communicate in different suggestions best
But especially when the mating seasons begin.
How lovely to listen songs far from the city's din
Everyone knew her as Lady Summerworth,
A title she had assumed from mother earth.
She was rich, did what she liked, spoke to no one.
She'd have her breakfast and left when she was done.
Then she would walk slowly to the far garden,
If she would forget the birdseed, beg pardon.
It was her delight to scatter crumbs and seeds.
Sterlings, chaffinches, thrush and blackbirds each feeds
Until they were well-fed with the fare she gave.
Oft she claimed: was she the Lady or the slave?
The nursing home clanged its bell. She went for lunch,
Alas, a heavy rain drenched her like a punch.
She spent many days with an ugly bad cold.
She was old now more than seventy years old.
Yet every day was visited by her friends
All the birds came until the lady's life ends.
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