Oh, how l want to have that ring,
The ring of Solomon-the king,
To peel away the mystery,
The mystery of this singing planet,
Pouring forth song, the talent,
Without casting its mystique!
Hidden in cooling trees, in ecstasy,
Wheat chear-wheat cheer,
Cheer, cheer, chear, chear,
Merry nightgales begin the melody,
Notes that pierce, pierce, pierce,
What, you may have a little epiphany?
Tchaikovsky ‘Nightgale’ symphony?
Yes, it’s poet, composer, art master-high,
Sweet and fair Sappho of the sky!
When the song does end, the calls begin,
Sounds, sounds, sounds,
Loud, loud, loud,
Here my love, here,
I am here, do you hear me?
Contact calls, alarm calls, calls for food,
Predator, alert!
I am hungry, feed me,
Chee, chee, chee, chee,
Baby birds in harmony!
The most bewitching aspect of nature,
An ebullient heart creation,
Emblem of happiness!
When migration time does come,
They spread the wings and rise,
Up, up, upwards, on sunlight,
Deep into unknown sky,
To face the ebb and flow of flight;
Stars, ultrasound, magnetism, po-light,
The wonder and beauty of this life,
By day and night!
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How many intricacies,
Fallen, lost, blown,
Blown, blown, blown,
Into unknown…
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How does this avian barometer work? ? ?
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