The Nightingale--By Yvonne Sparkes--England

The Nightingale

Of all the birds that grace this earth

The finest one is small and sings,

And when she trills, my heart takes flight,

And in my mind, I too grow wings.

She trills her couplets and what`s more,

I marvel at her prowess so,

Extensive is her range of notes,

That with each song the volume grows.

How can one stay in deep despair?

Or worldly care engulf the whole?

When God has blessed with golden throat,

The bird that thrills my senses so?

Heaven`s song pours from her heart,

She glorifies this lovely world,

With sweetest song, she will impart,

God`s Own Blessing now unfurled.

Yvonne Sparkes resides in Chelmsford, Essex, and has two sons.  She has a book published by Cyberwit called 'Captured Images'. Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain, read her poetry at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, walking her Scottish Terrier, and spending time with family and friends.