-- Sing Me a Lullaby –

John Herlihy

Mother nature sings a lullaby that only she knows;

Deep breath, then a sigh, as each of her words flows.

Of pine murmurs and the silent ringing of blue bells,

Of distant thunder that of a coming storm foretells.

The infant light of dawn sings softly with misty dew;

Pours creamy essence across the land as birds flew.

Over lazy rivers bend branches of weeping willows;

Sleeping songbirds chirp with their heads on pillows.

Cooing of doves, the gentle tone of the whippoorwill;

In night dreams, I hear their melancholy echoes still.

All the happiness amid joy, the sadness amid sorrow;

Sweet refrains to live again in the coming of tomorrow.

Sing to me, sing to me again, a lullaby only you know,

Of birth and breath and beauty only life can bestow.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Friday 29 April 2022