Music of the Nightingales

This forest looks the way
Nightingales sound

Whispers of twisting and twirling limbs
Tall and ancient bodies lilt and sway in the rhythm of the dwindling wind
Above the glittering ground

Tears of the sky lay pierced upon a million blades
The wild beams of the bright divine shining down
Scatters radiance round
The tweeting chuckle of the nightingale
Bringing to life this weary wood

Time woven in amongst the whispers of an age long before

Even as his gleaming trills assail the ever-listening essence of the green
These leaves of light, these branches frail
Are music’s very inspiration
The song of these fantastic trees,
The plumes of frost they wear throughout the ages of old
Through a deceptive air
These fortresses blooming from the ground still to peer about for lilting melodies
When never a sound so joyous as a nightingale’s hum is there