A robin stands in bright, young grass
Under a bough of white blossoms —
Whose cherry tree stands, protective
And proud ,with outstretched arms.
I understand spring is here.
And that it’s beautiful.
And it’s life leaping up
Ready to fight.
And the robin hops, happy
Inquisitive, curious, its bright eyes
Darting all around.
It looks happy.
And I should be glad.
I shall be, I will.
Yes.