The Stubborn Lover

Up the tree high up from ground the stubborn lover makes a metallic sound if from the foliage can reach his voice a mate finds out makes him her choice. The summer noon is deep lonesome hot winds blow in somber hum 'neath gray sky he strums in wait a soulful beat in search of mate. She seems so close yet never too nigh his breast breathes out sigh on sigh Spring is gone soon will come rain yet finds no soul to dispel his pain. He doesn't give up calling from morn if comes his way a heart lovelorn I too want he gets his mate the stubborn lover coppersmith barbet.