I chanced upon a melody
When first I did arrive
At a wizened, ancient tree
Song from creature blithe

It sounded like a serenade
A high and heavenly hail
How could such a tune be made
As the tender Nightingale’s?

Cascading notes adorned my ears
And pacified my head
Vibrating in memory
Where songs of past are thread

The spirits of the forest
All communicate in tune
If you’re lucky enough to hear them
Your heart and mind will swoon

Billowing like thunder
Except without discord
The epitome of wonder
Is a birdie’s chords

Fixed still, I was mezmerized
Focused on the sound
In a trance, I was hypnotized
But to heaven I was bound