She looked down upon his ruffled frame, the knowing gaze of calm acceptance as they rested in the protection of the old deep rooted tree,
a safe sanctuary of peace that evoked such powerful memories.
He looked like a young fledgling in eager pursuit of the next tiring adventure.
Momentarily he was lost in her twinkling eyes before flying away, chirping merrily then pausing briefly to reflect.
A gentle breeze blessed with prayers of love and hope carried the busy robin as he circled the pink blue sky.
He would enjoy a fight and face bravely the storms as robins always do, protected by the kisses of guardian angels planted on his breast.