By: Amoureax Amant
Not believed nightingale sang with blade frog,
till chirps of bird came with frog's croaks on bog,
not believed nightingale haunted sweet dream,
till chirps of bird haunted with rippling stream.
Not believed blooming roses hid in gauze fog,
till scent of roses came through the nose of dog,
not believed blooming roses bathed in moonbeam,
till moon conjured up amber lake with beam.
Nightingale sang like flute haunted hush night,
whose song soothed slumber roses bathed in moonlight,
and sang with rippling stream flowed from mountain,
whose song echoed around silent garden.
Perhaps nightingale's song soothed roses on lawn,
so roses listened bird's chirps haunted hush dawn.