Two Robins Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Up on the mountain's barren top it stands,
majestic in its height, weighed down by snow.
And dreams of distant cousins in those lands
where only wealth and hapless migrants go.

Strong branches guarding twigs and wind-swept nests,
still green, the sign of hope for all to see,
late in the season, like a pair of guests
two robins see the world from their own tree.

It was a race to grow the feathered down
before the winter's icy breath would sweep
as Natures force, descending from the crown,
where families of birds and beetles sleep.

And there it stands, snow-covered and divine,
with not a thought for those whose lives would be
a tragedy without this mighty pine,
it dreams of sunshine and the Coral Sea.

Spring brings the music of the Nightingale,
as icicles soon shatter on the ground.
Two robins, seeking mystery, set sail.
The palm trees of the South they never found.