Is it the nightingale
whose song we hear
as day turns to night
and weakens us with fright?
Or the lark whose sweet song
drifts upon the rising dawn
announcing a new day has begun?
Together, they make music
and fill our world with song
that we may dance,
in graceful strides forward,
to encourage and make us strong.
Lift every voice and sing.
It is time to sing along.
annarino writes 