avatarTree Langdon

Summary

The web content is a poetic ode to a nightingale's nocturnal serenade, juxtaposing the bird's song with the quietude of nature amidst human absence due to a viral shutdown.

Abstract

The article titled "Ode to the Sun God" captures the intimate moments of a nightingale as it prepares to sing in the quiet of the night. The bird, nestled between a fence post and a cedar stump, observes the dance of leaves in the wind, creating a natural symphony that inspires its own melodic outpour. The nightingale's song, rich and fluid as tree sap, is a testament to the enduring beauty of nature, which persists even as human activity is subdued by a global viral outbreak. The piece encourages readers to listen to the sounds of nature, which have become more discernible as cities fall silent. It also includes a call to action for readers to support writers by joining Medium through a referral link, and it teases another story titled "The Magic Scarf."

Opinions

  • The author conveys a sense of tranquility and introspection, emphasizing the nightingale's solitude and the serene environment in which it sings.
  • There is an underlying message of hope and continuity, as nature's beauty and cycles persist despite human crises.
  • The article suggests that the reduction in human noise pollution due to the viral shutdown has a silver lining: it allows for a deeper appreciation of nature's sounds.
  • The inclusion of the referral link to join Medium indicates the author's desire for reader engagement and support for creative work, particularly in challenging times.
  • The mention of "The Magic Scarf" story hints at a broader portfolio of the author's work, inviting readers to explore more of their writing.

Poetry | Song

Ode to the Sun God

the-chinese-nightingale-image by yrcca from Pixabay

In the stillness of the night she tucks her head beneath her wing and makes herself a bit of fluff deep in the hollow crack between a fence post and a cedar stump.

The nightingale looks at the sky where leaves are twirling in the wind. They settle softly in the moss a blanket for the forest god.

She rustles in her solitude and whispers softly to herself the colors of the harmonies a song she holds inside her throat.

She tests the trills and longer notes that roll within the complex tune so smooth and fresh the liquid sounds like sap that rushes in the trees.

When early twilight brushes she stretches out her small brown wings and standing tall upon the post she pours her throat out to the sun.

Take the time to listen today. All over the world, people are reporting that they can hear birds and other sounds of nature because the cities are quiet. Life on earth continues despite the human shutdown from the virus.

Poetry
Songbird
Sungod
Dawn
Illumination
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