Ode To A Nightingale Poem by David Wood

The dew of early dawn cannot compare
Or even legions of golden daffodils standing tall
Or shafts of morning light breaking through the trees
Even the gentle sounds of the wood become silent
Pause and listen as summer’s song has just begun
Nature bows to Nightingale’s melancholy tune
It surrenders its spirit in gentle song
Then as the warmth of the day lengthens into dusk
It herald’s the evenings tepid hues
It’s song welcomes the early twinkling stars
As the wood yawns and begins its slumber
If you close your eyes listen and muse
To the beauty of its song so bright
And take it with you as you depart and say
Farewell my sweet feathered friend
Until the dawn we meet again I pray