The Aviation of Nightingale

Ballad poem - written this poem when I was in fifth semester in 2011

The Aviation of Nightingale

When the peach sunrise still creeps up

He likes to sing below horizon morning

And flies at the chill light of dawn    

To defend his territory‘s warning

When he floats above crowd city 

He likes to sing loudly

Beaten the busy traffic streets

And human speaking raucously

When twilight falls and full moon dreams

 He likes to sing crescendo passages

And flies searching his beloved mate

Ergo, he will always sing on his whole ages