The Song   He gracefully flew upon my porch Quite brave and all alone He perched upon the railing And made himself at home. He cocked his head to one side In the early morning dawn With curious eye, he gazed at me Then he flew down on my lawn. He ruffled his feathers and flapped his wings His song echoed in the breeze It carried through the morning sky And joyfully filled the trees. It eased across the budding grass Then through a sparrow's nest It brushed a thorny rosebush And never stopped to rest. I felt it touch my own heart What gladness it did bring When this little robin sang to me And brought the gift of spring! Author  Marilyn Ferguson  ©1988 Used with permission Visit Marilyn's site  Echo's Of The Heart