Trillon Vale

Something a little different--eleven syllable lines.

The dark cloud that hovers o’er yon Trillon Vale
Can’t silence the song of its lone Nightingale.
Whose trill and whose twitter announces the day,
That no gloom nor raindrops can long hold at bay.

No sun will appear through the mist and the fog,
The Vale and the rain share a strange dialogue.
The bright cheerful strain of the Nightingale’s cry –
The soft pitter-patter, the rain’s bleak reply.

The emerald beauty that’s hidden from view,
By mist and by darkness and all-cov’ring dew
Is held in abeyance till somber skies clear,
And days bid goodbye to the dismal and drear.

As ev’ning approaches the clouds part at last,
A red sky at night’s an enchanting forecast
Of sunshine and breezes so gentle and warm,
As Trillon Vale hides from the rain and the storm.

Then there in the darkness her melodies rise,
And only the heavens can send back replies.
The transcendent sounds of the Nightingale’s songs
Can sooth all our pain and can right all our wrongs.

That all disappear here in Trillon Vale’s peace,
Whose heart-healing magic gives spirit’s release,
Where Nightingale’s singing is there without cost,
For those who are burdened and those who are lost.

The sun shines triumphant on yon Trillon Vale
As Buttercups wave in the depths of the swale.
The Nightingale’s sharing of glorious voice
Enraptures all creatures and all then rejoice!