The beauty of freedom…

The bustling street and the rain that falls

The grey skies and the darkened day

A robin perches on a low hanging branch

This belies the scene in every way.

A sombre day this may have seemed

Until I looked closer to leaves that gleamed

A couple linking arms hurried on by

Smiling together and happy it seemed.

The beauty I saw in this normal day

Was in the things we fail to see

As I watched the robin fly way

I smiled for the feeling that was inside me.

For peace we are blessed

unlike so many

Our Grandfathers fought

for our freedom now plenty.

(Dedicated to those who fought during WWII)