Resident of Earth

In the stillness of morning, for a moment, I am sure. 

I hear the robin doing her noble work. 

Before the thrush joins her chorus, the two of us commune. 

I share my coffe with her, more bitter than yesterday, 

And she declares herself to me.

"A new dawn is coming and I am here to see it through." 

I believe her; she's never been wrong before. 

The sun will beat down and the world will become big once again, 

But for now, I sit here with my friend, the robin. 

We are content in the simple act of waking. 

It may not always be, but today, 

She begins her song, and I follow suit: 

"A new dawn is coming, and I am here to see it through."