Sweetly sings Robin in the tree by my window,
and awakens me with her melodious song,
little ones in nest chirp with joy to be alive,
then silent they be as mother leaves, not for long.
Other birds visit in the tree for morning song,
blackbird preens feathers, as tiny finches so sweet
hop quickly from branch to branch chasing each other,
mother robin returns with a fat worm, a treat.
Mother first counts her little ones, no one missing,
with mouths wide open, the babies wait for their share,
Robin stuffs each little mouth with a fine breakfast,
then sweetly sings Robin to her babies so fair.
The tree by my window is dense with leaves and gives
Robin and her little ones a safe, lovely home,
High above the green lawn and fragrant rose garden
Where Robin will explore to find those big fat worms.
Through the open window I am close to nature,
I watch from my desk the daily lives in the tree,
snow white clouds sail slowly by in azure sky,
the fragrance of lovely roses drifts up to me.
Overhead a skein of geese fly by on their way to
the lake where they will spend this early summer day,
two ducks, a mated pair, land in the yard to rest,
they stop by daily to find a shady place to stay.
Such is the pleasant start of my busy work day,
I choose to be happy, what is not mine I let go
in peace, for nature’s gifts and faith in myself give
me strength to change within and restoreth my soul.
Nature’s lessons help me to grow spiritually,
Robin and her little ones, happy to be born,
daily sing songs of joy by my open window,
And like the birds, I sing my song of joy each morn.
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns