Dark lulaby

• Wydine Van der Merwe, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

hark said the wind as the nightingale sang,
listen said the strong oak trees,
true beauty said the wildest growing rose,
and be said the stars to the morning.
When once loved was lost
and you cant see,
that beauty is still in your world,
even if its not me.
It's like a dark lulaby,
in the dark of an endless night,
like glowing golden eyes
in the middle of a desperate fight.