Sing, my little robin,
Sing me the past;
With full pallet of colors-
Rich colors to last.
Paint me the river
In your twittering calm,
Sweet waters caressing
My comforting psalm,
Breeze, spinning in circles
My memories’ mill,
Lift me up, above my precious
Home on the hill.
Dear cheering inspire
On feathered blanket of dreams,
Fly my longing desire
Above rosemary fields.
And before my tomorrow
Stirs clouds in my day,
Let your lullaby soothe my sorrow,
Please, never free away…