Melancholy song of a Nightingale

O'er the hills and valleys he hears pleasant sound,
But climbing up, finds vacated land,
Never finds the image listening to sweet notes,
Hearing the ode felt melancholy chords.
Listens to Nightingale's lyric on the oak,
This sings solitary notes without hope,
Surrounding meadows prospered by its tear,
Mournful noise assaults him with fear.
Unknown reason of its depression,
This makes him everlasting dejection.
It exhibits its feeling of solitude,
He feels its tale of doleful attitude.
At the seashore of Ireland,
Many walnuts grow on fertile land.
In this island people articulate Irish,
Here thousands of daffodil flourish.
Endless words to describe the place,
This expression makes all amaze.
In this place it be with its family,
Living under one roof happily.
Sudden storm annihilated the beauty of Island,
Lost their livelihood in the land.
Heavy hearted , down it flies from the place,
Escape from the jeopardy by deity’s grace.
It lost its family by the mouth of storm,
Feels desperate by the strom’s harm.
Nightingale seems to be liberty, but in distress,
Solitary brings everlasting sadness.
Listening the reason of its tale,
Likes to change Mournful life style.
He treats it as a best friend,
And loves it till his life ends.