A robin puffed its red breast
and sang for the joy of the day, while
down below a glorious sight.
It stood tall, admiring the view,
sparkling waters and sun caressed
Its flowers opening to the ever-present bees,
and deep in the earth the bulb, which died
to give it birth is renewed.
Slender stemmed it sways in the breeze,
cheered by the sight of the many more
cerise orchid blooms.
Pyramids of beauteous petals,
shine amidst fading violets and growing grass,
watched over by a song in the golden gorse.