As I look out from my window
Perched high above the garden
And my golden locks
Glisten as the sunlight pours in
Looking down from this strategic position
Upon what looks like a garden of Eden
And the silence of the space
Echoes the blackbirds prodigious song
And my eye is drawn to a moving red dot
Bouncing along a newly ripe branch
A red robin!
Alone and searching for the gardener
As humanity imprisons itself
To allow nature to unravel
The soil awakens and breaths again
And although we have caused the climate to change
Nature sometimes needs us too
Like that robin redbreast
Who is still eagerly waiting for the soil to be turned
And waiting he will be
Until this time has moved on
And maybe by then
Mr Robin will fly free
And feature on the front of a Christmas card
Sent with love and joy
© Phamie Gow
