I fly through the world with my head in the breeze.
I live in the burrow of the tallest tree,
My haven, my guardian, my sanctuary.
The other birds flaunt their feathers like lights,
And whisper their dark secrets into the depths of the night.
With my blessed song I make the choice
To say the bright qualities of others.
I might not have the bright feathers of a peacock
Or the brown of the African crane,
But I have things about me that put me different from the same.
I pray to God five times a day and say the things I need to say.
I thank him for my beautiful ballad
And sleep throughout the bland afternoon.
I find my peace of mind by expressing
Myself through song and speech.
My tune danced out of the peak
Of my bright yellow peak.
I feel the power of nature when I
Fly from tree to tree.
I always make sure to do my best
When life strikes me with tests,
And make the most of everyday.
I love gathering berries and roots
To bring back home to my family.
I fly through the world with my head
in the breeze.
Feeling the gentle sway of wind through
my feathers.
While I sing my song, I am proud to be me,
the nightingale.
This poem was an assignment in my 9th grade English class. We were supposed to write in the voice of a part of nature that we connected with. I chose a bird called the nightingale.