Wonderful Birds – Nightingales and Skylarks

In full throated voice the nightingale sings alone in the garden;
Know not what makes it sing so at this hour of the day
Nor for whom does it sing so high a tone so sweet to hear.
The skylark too flies high in the sky and sings unknown;
Who knows what it sings and why it sings at a high place?

The disciples of Nature perhaps follow nature through thick and thin;
May be they are all singing about spring, summer, autumn or winter;
Or may be expressing out their fear or fortune of the coming seasons.
However we can understand them only from the tone of their tune.
To some extent we know what makes them sing and why they sing;
All these lovely birds certainly and clearly sing with rhyme and reason.

It is men who fail to understand what they beautifully sing;
The lovely birds sing out their emotion and fly light in air;
But men mince matters and lie down low ever heavy in heart.
The birds are perhaps depicting or predicting the destiny of mankind;
But who cares for the timely utterances that go in the air ways
Whether the birds broadcast them from the tree top or telephone posts?
They do their jobs beautifully and brightfully like the Sun, Moon and Stars.

Among men also there are finest and fine nightingales and skylarks in the world;
These bird men bring out the best of things beautifully, naturally and perfectly
Focusing, exposing and disposing the mean, cruel and false freely and frankly
And spotting, eulogising and honouring the lovely, truthful and excellent in all.
But whose voice or words who hears or sees in this world of fees or frauds?