she has so much to tell the world, and she does so through song. an early riser, she wakes for her tune, she waits for her moment, and begins.
if you were to ask her friends, in their delight, what they think of their friend the robin, they would tell you that she’s never speechless when the sun is up. they would tell you that her passion overflows like a new england river in april. they would tell you that she’s hurting, but they don’t know why.
if you were to ask her, in her sorrow, what she makes of herself, she would tell you that she refuses to be expendable she always shares what she is thinking. she would tell you that the river is much too low - pray for rainfall, she suggests. she would tell you that her pain is nothing but genuine. nothing but love.