The sweetest sound I ever heard
So issued from a tiny bird
That all the universe stood still
To listen to his joyful trill.
It seemed that all creation bowed
To see him on that bough, stood proud,
As there he sang a merry song
Enchanting all the morning long.
‘Oh little bird with plumage bright
Be there forever in my sight’ –
I prayed that he would always stay,
But from that bough… he flew away.
So then a vigil long I kept,
While me and all creation wept,
Until once more he graced the sky –
The world and me no more would cry.
Then out of nowhere came a bolt
That surely caused my breath to halt –
I heard a silence fall around,
Then saw him flutter… to the ground.
The world then grew a darker place
As all the stars burned out in space.
Alas, the little bird was dead –
Tears, I … and all creation … shed.
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