The Daffodils’ Song to Nesting Robins
In spring's caress, daffodils hum low,
Robins weave nests as rain begins to flow.
Gentle drops fall, a lullaby so sweet,
In rhythms soft, where earth and sky meet.
Daffodils' song, ever so brief in time,
Fades beneath rain's melodious chime.
Yet in this moment, life anew is blessed,
As robins toil at crafting their soft nest.
Warm spring rain bathes each petal, leaf, wing,
A cradle for life that blooms in spring.
Robins and flowers in harmony dwell,
Under rain's enchanting, soothing spell.
And with each drop, a symphony so fine,
Nature's own lullaby, by design divine.
In joyous dance, where fleeting moments nest,
Spring weaves its magic, earth is dressed.
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