The red robin perched on a tree,
Waiting for the spring melody.
Bobbin she came merrily along
To sing that sweet old song
Seeing the white satin in distress,
Shriveling into a distorted mess.
Arctic wind never seems to retire
The brave honorably did not tire.
She began tweeting a pretty sound.
About the clear vision she found.
Now her judgment with clarity made.
Shaking doubts when man is afraid.
Uncaged in thought she remains.
Her yellow beak got no winter strain.
Lets get moving for days of green..
No matter how hard it has been
Soon she be free and away to fly..
Her red rosy chest facing the sky.
Another beginning and Spring is here.
Lets live, love with joy and to hope adhere!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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