A whisper hidden in the ancient trees
A sound so soft, but as pure as can be
Hushed only by the chilly autumn breeze
And the great roar of the almighty sea
Two eyes shine with mystifying wisdom
They gaze towards the light piercing the sky
Awaiting their moment of sweet freedom
The clouds depart, and the warm sun reins high
A song of wondrous beauty lifts the soul
Marking the beginning of a new age
As it says in the tattered golden scroll
The bird flies from its invisible cage
A flutter of vibrant wings; there it goes
Where the nightingale soars to, no one knows…