The nightingale flutters on its wings
And lighting on a branch he sings
Voices the song of his spirit
Brings joy to all that hear it

With pen and paper in my hand
I listen to my heart’s command
I hope that someday I can be
Like the nightingale flying free

 

Featured Image: Photograph from Natureconservationimaging.com.

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  1. Dana Blake

    Dear Heather,
    You made my day with my poem. It brightens up my day, and I needed that after my computer broke down earlier this week.

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  2. Martin Elster

    Beautiful, Heather! It brings to mind Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees,” partly because of the tetrameter couplets, and especially the “e” rhyme at the end.

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