Robin's Call
Listen still to hear it fly
The flapping of wings and blue sky
Chirping as the sun starts to rise
Watching it turn before your eyes
The beautiful song of natures cry
Like the world's natural lullaby
The orange of their coats reflect the morning
Their calls act as a warning
A reminder to start the day
A sign of beauty without delay
The Robin
A bird often forgotten
Natures beauty often wrought in
In zoos and in gardens
They're often miss between the margins
This symbol of light and of the Earth
Of the soul's worth
How our meaning in life we so crave
We get lost in the coming of days
Jealous of the robin in it's ways
It's beauty and grace
To remain unfazed
Sweet Robin
Thank you for your ways
May you awake me all my days
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