David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Sonnet 79: The Nightingale and the Lark
The Nightingale her sweet music does bring
Beautiful melodies to the woodland floor,
On a clear still day you can hear her sing
Beautiful songs unlocking nature’s door.
Even sparrow’s hedgehogs and squirrels hark
At such a delicate sound in the air
Even when a new song is sung by the Lark
They compete making a formidable pair.
The Lark rising in the early morning
Found singing his heart out come rain or shine,
While other woodland birds wake up yawning
No sweeter sound can make the day so fine.
The Nightingale and Lark sing songs of love
Blessing all nature with songs from above.
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