a starlings tune

A starling sings such sweetly tune, 
for joy unwinds in warbled rune, 
where notes pirouette, twirl, and swoon, 
in dance of dusk and blush of noon, 
each trill a whisper, soft cocoon, 
that wraps the world in aural boon, 
and hearts, in silent awe, commune, 
with nature's verse, so opportune, 
as if the stars and moon commune, 
to script the night in silver spoon, 
and in this song, no sorrow's immune, 
for a starling sings such sweetly tune.