In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
robin in a tree
what songs
will he sing
for me
blackbird sing
the fading light of day
each evening they call
a serenade
across the gardens
listening to their song
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long