Hello little wren
So robust and true.

Flitters and flutters
Endlessly to.

Search in the hedgerow
In grass laden field.

Festooned with the food
In plentiness yields.

He sits there and whistles
His morning refrain.

And fulfils his presence
That he’s back again.

With new tidings daily
His blessing to greet.

He stands there resplendent
This new day to meet.

by
M Wright
Stroke Survivor