Robin’s view
A caring walk
into my garden
which I reared with many a trees
of my choice, seeing Nature’s bounty ;
A Robin stripping berries- the pleasant
wind blowing from afar – a sight full of
bowl and melamine cups flowing with
blue and purple -how
much in her stomach!
Her magic hand
carries a wand
– in a good will move Sowing all seeds,
In the garden,- with the passage of Time
Productivity and felling -all humanity’s
Survival mode. Marvel at Creation,
Pleased at Her Bounty; praying at
The sky for the
perennial pour,
Soon a black
bird befriends all.
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