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Feathers Of A Robin
There's a robin on my fence today,
A feather by my feet
A heart-shaped leaf that blows along
Beside me down the street
Your song played on the radio
This morning in the car
And just last night I could've sworn
I saw a shooting star
The sun and rain are dancing
Making rainbows in the sky
And on the slightest breeze I watch
A butterfly go by
And people might say these are not
The signs I know they are
That it is just coincidence
Your song played in the car
That it is just the sky
And it is just the birds and breeze
A little windy weather
And the nature of the trees
But there is nothing little
About the way they make me feel
The sense of peace they carry
Is both comforting and real
Because it's just one song
And just one butterfly and bird
Just one star and just one leaf
In one enormous world
And so the probability
Of noticing it all
Is close to nearly nothing;
Almost infinitely small
And that is how I know
That when that leaf floats into view
It isn't a coincidence,
But a sign of love from you
So keep on shooting stars to me,
Keep playing me your song
Whilst you dance atop the rainbows
And blow heart-shaped leaves along
Yes, keep on sending signs my love
I'll always look around
For your butterflies on breezes
And your feathers on the ground
Copyright ©
Jane Shields
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