Weather Change

One hears the musical notes of the nightingale,
As we get up in the morning;
The cooing notes of the bird are heard.

She loves to sing and move about,
Let's hope the storm evades the weather,
The cloudy skies trill a sudden view of the world,
We look upon it as a renaissance of nature,
No looking back in life,
Look to the future generations.

There's always a brighter side to the view,
The sunshine evades us,
For a longer time thro' the days.