Psalms 84 : 1-3
The robin will sing
'The rain is falling on my head'
The lens is getting wet!
The drops falling from a grey sky
On brown, soft, rotting lily pads!
Wait, just wait, the robin
will sing
Sharply, then sweetly
Not too sweetly!It has made its space
Not your space
A home that it thinks is not your home
A space - place near its altar, which is your home
An altar place near
Lord Almighty
Our King Our God.
Sandy🙂
Beautiful poetry and creates a great image of rain, camera and the other elements. ❤️😊
Thank you Annetta you are so good to have “near”. I’m pleased you found the poetry beautiful. Robins are so territorial.
😊I don’t know a lot about birds, but I know how much you love nature. ❤️
Lovely poem and love your video, especially as I love the sound of rain and robins.
I’m so glad you could hear the natural sounds. I was rather worried about the road sounds. It was going to work and school time. Thank you for thinking the poem lovely. It means a lot .
You are welcome 🤗💖
Beautiful!
Thank you. I tried to get a picture, but he gave me a song instead.
Sometimes the song is more enjoyed than the photo. 🥰
Thank you.🙂