Under A Crystal Canopy

Red-breasted robins in the rain

Viewed beyond this window pane

I watch you hopping on the grass

And think of golden days long passed

Four young girls were oft at play

On many a similar rainy day

They'd jump and splash and tease and call

Happy robins, sisters all

Under a crystal canopy

Then with time the years rolled on

And soon each little bird was gone

To make it's own nest and live it's life

Beyond friend and sister, to mother and wife

Nurturing new beginnings

Now only one bird sits today

Alone to watch you and to say

When taken back to distant shores

This empty vessel fills and pours

With childhood mirth and memory

Thank you for this special chance

To relive that joyful dance

Robins . . .

Red-breasted robins . . .

Little robins . . .

In the rain . . .