Nightengale's Journey

Chirping upon her olive tree branch,
The nightengale sings to the sky.
She sings the night a tale of sorrow and romance,
the love and the hope that she let die.
With every note and every breath,
the bird prepares for her flight.
Then off she takes with too much haste,
ascending into the night.

She's all alone, she cries for a home
As the stars begin to fade.
She then notices how there is no way to get out
And she wishes that she had stayed
On her branch all alone, in the safety of day.
Wishing she could just go and hide,
She regrets having even tried.