victoria goddy

Nightingale

Sweet nightingale,
Come to me in the sultry noon,
My sweet, loving, true and tender friend,
Even in this vale of woe,
Thy friendship alone be true.

My anguish and sorrow melts away,
My deepest and tenderest fear fades away,
Even my potential tears and trembling hope fades away,
Through this dark vale of tears,
I find solace in thy songs alone.

Wait! ,
Haven't you heard birds that sing and fly? ,
haven't you seen birds cheeping, and chirping, and tweeting and whistling in wildfire? ,
Haven't you seen them on the mountain top? , ...