Oh dear nightingale, in shadows deep,
Your song, a whisper, secrets keep.
In wings of ebony, dreams take flight,
Guiding souls through endless night.
With melody, you weave your tale,
Bearer of creativity, never frail.
Transformation dances in each note,
A symphony of change, forever wrote.
In the silence of the darkened hour,
Your voice, a beacon, a source of power.
Through trials and trials, you sing your song,
Inspiring hearts to rise strong.
Oh dear nightingale, in the moon's soft glow,
Your presence a solace, a gentle flow.
As night unfolds its velvet cloak,
You remain, a harbinger of hope.
- Willisha
