A Robin's Sound

A Robin’s Sounds On, this bench I sat, wishing my situation was not Everything seems wrong, within my path I need a turnaround!, I need a turnaround! Surrounded by trees, and an orange sun Looking for answers before I move on Lonely I sat, with a hurting heart Silently weeping, as people go by Between the leaves, I heard a wonderful sound It was a robin, singing her melodies I creeped to the spot, where, she was singing majestically She saw me and wanted to get free No, no, I am only here, to listen quietly She flew high, not trusting me Now, lonely I was, and lonely again Wishing I could stay in that robbins's suspense She lifted me to a place of tranquility My mind was free, momentarily Rapped, in the sounds, of the robin’s beauty I trusted her sound, to rest my miseries Back to reality, that brought me to this, bench