The Robin by Anna Morris
I wonder how something so small could contain such beauty
As I look out the window at the dainty little robin.
I watch in delight as he hops along the path
His chest heaving, his eyes flitting, his heart throbbing.
His innocence and beauty make the world a brighter place,
Like a ray of light seen through the dark depths of despair.
We live to see signs of hope like these,
They help us cope, in a world in which little we care.
They say that our passed loved ones take form as robins;
Robins watch over us and are pure of heart.
I yearn to see the angelic robin.
His reassurance keeps me from falling apart.
The robin’s sweet voice I long to hear,
It’s sweet, shrill, beautiful sound,
It fills me with joy to hear such music,
It improves the earth to which I’m bound.
It is amazing that a tiny robin could mean so much.
He is oblivious to how I feel.
It is not his being but what he represents
That makes him seem like an angel so real.