The Gift of Spring

　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！