A gentle breeze is flowing free
Among the leaves a robin sings
Her tune rings clear and floats with grace
Hewn down my fears the sound embraced
The sweetly sung and blended notes
Are neatly wrung with mended hopes
A robin’s song is better still
Than stories told which letters will
They lift me up and set me down
A gift of love that’s free from doubt
The nestled sound so ever perched
Settled now in forever search
Yet,
A robin’s song is never free
It’s bound by wind and
Lives in me…
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 12:03 AM UTC
A gentle breeze is flowing free
Among the leaves a robin sings
Her tune rings clear and floats with grace
Hewn down my fears the sound embraced
The sweetly sung and blended notes
Are neatly wrung with mended hopes
A robin’s song is better still
Than stories told which letters will
They lift me up and set me down
A gift of love that’s free from doubt
The nestled sound so ever perched
Settled now in forever search
Yet,
A robin’s song is never free
It’s bound by wind and
Lives in me…