The small brown nightingale sings
From left bough of an insignificant tree
He brings not much
Just love and a touch
Of everything that wrenches his
Heartstrings
In his world the notes are beautiful
Blissfully unaware
His heartsichord strings are all but dishevelled
So never fill the air
Small is the bird, and his note not so much with that frequency which can fill the air. Yet, small is wonderful and its effect is very profound.Lovely.10+++
Absolutely beautiful! Some time I sit out to hear birds singing and try to figure out how they response to each other's call. The calls, the rhythm, the musical tones just so serene! those little birds fill my heart.
so serene.sublime.and beautiful poem............I want to quote wordsworth that with your profound poem is making the environment overflow with the sound
A beautiful concise poem for the unaware, blissful in their ignorance, immersed in passion and love their art.
can't message you so here's a note to say I loved this little poem and wish you a very Happy Xmas.....Ruth :)
Karen, after some time with the good feelings mean very much enjoy reading your poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah a marvelous poem! Im a birdlover n love birdsong. Nightingale's my fav bird but u hav pennd dis so artistically,10 out of 10