The songbird sings in waning light,
The moon now shines in waking night,
A warm wind carries the tune across
A green grass sea of hills and knots,
Through gentle trees that swayed and rocked
back and forth as fireflies flocked,
Night after night the songbird sang
song after song of its lifelong refrain,
Yet the song remained a solo tune
no duet to offset the rising moon,
I wonder now if that bird still sings,
Some time has passed,
Does its tune still ring?
I guess time will tell
if when night falls,
The songbird will sing
and once again call.