Its a dark crisp wintry day, blocking the light just like my thoughts in every way.
Until a faint whisper of a fragile approach Brings you a redbreast, face lined with grey Tiptoeing around my paused emotions.
Who sends this bird? A beacon of light A beacon of hope A sentiment message to be heard
Your a sudden escape to peak with admiration of a robin with his cape
Now you see me, a quick look and you fly away And as i watch I feel a smirk, if even a smile which i bring with me as i leave to continue this dreaded day