Robin
Once upon a happy day
a robin sang a tune
of flowers, trees, and ocean breeze
and warm midsummer's moon
As Robin sang, the day grew long
and noon turned into eve...
clear notes fell last on shadowed grass,
but 'fore he took his leave
he turned to face the setting sun
and spread his wings out wide-
to moon and sun, to past and to-come,
to salt-kissed ocean starlight.
When bird took wing on humid air
the sand breathed in his song
And as he flew o'er waters blue
waves smiled and sang along.
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