Robin

A robin perches high in the rain
Swollen with baby robins
And she lets the rain sweep over her
Oblivious to the weather around her
She is content to be in the storm
Beautiful and calm, she stands in it
Unflinching.
I wish to be that robin
Able to weather my storms
With patience and humble beauty.
I will be that robin.

Morning

The sun rises against my window
It's early rays awaken my soul
And my nightly turmoil
Sees glimmers of hope
Hope for the new day,
For this day to be different
And I know that my choices this day
Will be my butterfly
Flying into my tomorrows
Affecting each moment.