The Fledgling Finally Flies

Another day has slipped away, the Sun has come and gone. And in the night I hope I might, enjoy a new day's dawn. The month of May has slipped away, the Moon has come and gone. Though having fun in the Summer Sun, for another Spring I long. Yet robins sing and children dream, as the Sun begins to rise. One life ends, while another begins, and the fledgling finally flies. Then one day they flew away, no more robins sing. Now songless trees lose their leaves, 'till robins return in Spring. It's been a year since we last past here as Earth orbits the Sun. 'Twas a year with cheers and occasional tears, but another Spring has come. Now robins sing and plants grow green and humming birds grace the sky. Most Winter kill will surely heal and fledglings soon will fly.