Nightingale Poem by victoria goddy

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? ,
Haven't u seen them, on the flowers that bloom by the rippling till and even upon the mossy lane? .

Even through the woods and forest glades,
I see them,
Whenever I wander,
I hear them singing sweetly in the trees,
From their nest in the shade of the cedar tree,
They call out to me.

Reminding me constantly of the creators love,
Of how much it pleased him to make me human,
In their words, ' he could have created you a stone,
or a sheep or maybe an insect,
so people can clap their hands at you.
But in his unending love, he created you human.'

Come to me sweet, loving, true and tender friend,
Come to me even in the sultry noon,
For you alone,
Speak wisdom to my soul.