H E R A L D O F S P R I N G As the last snow melts into the ground, From high above, echoing wingbeats sound. A speck of red against the clearing skies, The robin lives even as winter dies. A herald of spring, the robin summons life, Plants that could not live in winter's strife. Animals leave their cold-weather homes. The winter's grasp releases, lets them roam. Its job done, the robin flies away, And as its handiwork I survey, I know it will return another day. Author: Brittany Hadden |
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