Robin's Magic Dust Poem by Micron Jan

A robin hops on morning's glow,
Its feathers twirl in ruby show.
With tiny wings that sparkle bright,
It dances in the golden light.

A sprinkle of the forest's dust,
Turns every leaf to glowing crust.
It hums a tune of airy cheer,
And chases all the gloom from here.

It twirls on branches, tips of green,
A magic spark in every scene.
Its song a ribbon, soft and sweet,
That makes the weary heart skip beat.

So if you see it flit and play,
Let all your troubles float away.
For in its eyes, the skies unfold,
A robin's charm, pure magic gold.