A Nest Of Robins
A Nest Of Robins
Woven with a sweet, sweet song
A song they used to hum along
A nest in the hair of trees
Quivering with the evening breeze
There sits a pair of Robins
Yearning for the sky
Their wings are lost
They are incapable to fly
But they trust on the branch
When they look down and see
They trust the man
Sitting under the tree
He is also humming along
Under the shadow to relax
But they are unaware
That he has come here with an axe
After a few blows
The tree was dead
Lying on earth
Robins bled
Oh Dear God what have I done
Killing Robins was not fun
But I am a human and my greed is known
Ruining their home I will build my own