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