In a shadowy, silent summer night,
A serene garden stood in soft moonlight.
A Nightingale perched upon a tree's bough,
Its dulcet song enchanting the air now.
While listening, a Glow-worm, bright and green,
Crawled forth, shedding its gentle, tender gleam.
Observing the Nightingale's sweet melodies,
It spoke, entranced by the bird's harmonies:
"Oh, privileged Songstress! Gifted by nature,
With such celestial skill, such dulcet rapture!
Your trilling notes pierce through the tranquil night,
Bringing delight with each melodious flight."
The Nightingale, paused in its song's embrace,
Acknowledged the Glow-worm with grace:
"Dear Glow-worm, though your light is truly fair,
It pales compared to night's profound repair."
"With eyes wide open, I survey the scene,
The moon's soft radiance, nature's peaceful sheen.
These beauties I translate in joyous song,
Uniting heaven's harmony with nature's throng."
The Glow-worm listened with a wistful sigh,
In awe of the Nightingale's divine reply.
Each creature, in its way, it then revealed,
Gifts unique and precious, their souls unsealed.
So in the summer's night, both creatures found,
Their purpose and their worth in nature's round.
The Nightingale with songs that pierced the skies,
The Glow-worm with its modest, gentle guise.