Once upon a morning, snoring
Awakened by the horizon’s glory
Full of color, I hear the flutter
Of wings, as a single Robin sings.
Singing as she looks and sees
The branches of the yawning trees,
Frost covers her feet on the floor.
She hums a very merry tune
To see the daffodils in bloom:
A visionary, like none have seen before.
The breeze beckons to accompany her,
The bluebirds and the woodpecker
And a chorus of clicks and tweets begins to soar,
Pioneering through the wintry
Frosty air, dancing to her singing,
Inviting all the earth to explore.
Out my window, I hear her herald,
The coming of a pure new era
Like an arrow, revealing the need for more.
She calls and the earth dares to respond,
Dares to hope for, dares to long
For the day the sunlight shines forevermore. •