The sodden ground lay empty and bare,
Until I saw a Robin there,
His bright red breast,
Stood out that morn,
A pleasure to see,
A pleasure to be born,
To view sweet nature at its best,
Erasing my sorrows,
Putting worries to rest,
For there is joy in every day,
May my love of nature,
Come my way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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