The Poet

Once the spirit of the Nightingale
Rises within you
To heal the ill,
Ease the pain,
Cool the fever,
And kill the germs.

That spirit will never die,
Once, it has planted its seed.
It will always sprout forth
Again and again.

Even in death, the spirit of the Nightingale
Will cast forth its shadow to be born again.

Even in death, the spirit of the Nightingale
Will rise forth like a phoenix to be born again.