A Robin spurts through the woods
As the wind howled a soothing tune
Boisterous pines already dancing
To the loud whispers in the gloom
Quite gentle
And even more mighty
So dark
But yet sightly
They creak as they swung east
Before groaning back west
But with roots buried deep
They\'d never harm this birds nest
And so it chirped to the song
In natures sound elegance
As the sun gradually rose up
For the morning\'s bright excellence