The robin flies away,
Free to go and free to stay.

He lands quite nearby,
A silhouette against the sky.

And I am lost in contemplation
Of how this fragile bird can fly across creation.

The gentle branch my friend is perched upon catches my eye,
And I see the tree before me, towering on high.

The leaves of the branches are an exquisite shade of green,
Such brilliance in this desolate place, I have never seen.

This makes me wonder why we willingly destroy
Such beauty and such majesty, a natural source of joy,
For our mortal structures,
Just to advance our ploys.