Robin redbreast

Robin in the garden

on top of the tree

looking down at me

singing his song

that little redbreast

all day long 

Calling on the Pharaohs

they watch from above
and guard from below,
who here among us
they already know.

our past and present
the future not yet written,
lines drawn in sand
and on papyrus paper.

as we search
we dig deeper,
to find a treasure
buried within ourselves.