I am a Lion... In Zion!

"The Nightingale"

O Nightingale! Thou surely art
A creature of a 'fiery heart' :-
These notes of thine - they pierce and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Thou sing'st as if the God of wine
Had helped thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent night;
And steady bliss, and all the loves
Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried amoung trees,
Yet to be come-at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed - and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song - the song for me!

- William Wordsworth

There's something to be said by having the double doors opened onto the bush, smelling that sweet smell of flowers and heat, Bob Marley booming out into the dry forest. Spring is here!