Everyone is asking if the legendary nightingale in the book actually exists. They think the singer is the writer’s invention, but I know better. I hear the nightingale singing in the woods every day, He is there when I am taking meals home to my sick mother, and he is there at the end of the day when I come to the tree to rest.
He brings me to tears. His song is like the kiss of my poor old mother, rewarding me for all my care.
How I love the nightingale. He lightens my heart and gives me wings to soar above my weary bones. I pray he will never leave me.