What the Robin Sings of
A Poem About the Simple Yet Beautiful Robin and its Song
The early morning dawn shown softly over the countryside
The flowers waved unified, like the ocean tide.
Its rays warmed the dew wet grass
The bugs flew 'round in an unorganized mass.
The willow waved her hair so free
Oh what a lovely tree!
Though one thing stuck out more than the rest
It was the robin singing from its nest.
The song was of the sweet spring day
And of the long grasses' sway,
Of the calls of cricket chorus.
Her song was heard throughout the forest,
Yet merrily she hoped along
Whistling out her joyful song
She sung about the garden wall
Of the caterpillars crawl,
About the cottage on the bend.
Oh, her song has no end!
Of the magic of the fog
And even the little, tiny, green frog.
Miss robin swooped down from off her tree
Busy like the bumble bee.
Eagerly she pipped aloud,
The glory of the morning cloud.
She hummed a tune of the dark red rose
And the crystal river that flows
The glistening dew,
The night's curfew,
The vibrant sunset,
And to never forget,
All day long'
To keep in mind the robin's song.
About the Creator
Autumn Brown
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