Comments about Maya Summers
The nightingale sings as the wind flies,
or the rain dries, as the cloud cries.
It's tones so neatly precise, as loud as thunderstorms but bright as the night.
Though the nightingale is alone, it sings with many,
Bearing the world on it's light wings
So why one can wonder, is the world so heavy?
That is all society's,
Anxiety and depression, what is the world? The nightingale cries out,
why is the world?
And why is a neat nightingale expected to carry the world, when the world brings itself down,
But why is it cold?