What if,

a robin's song was visible?

Would the bird itself be invisible?

What if,

The constellation that looks like a sea-goat,

was really just a robin with a over-sized winter coat?

What if,

a cow's moo,

was actually a robin saying 'acho'?

And their songs sing, 'bless you'?

What if,

you truly saw the first robin of spring?

What if,

that robin started to sing?

What if,

that robin sang for you?

What if,

that robin was asking what you would do,

should someone need a friend?

Would help them, or let them meet their end?

What if,

that robin was actually crying?

What if,

that robin knew you were, inside, dying?

What if,

that robin cried out to the world,

What if,

that robin said, "Woe and behold!"

'Beware, don't you dare,

 Cause the hurt,

Cause the pain.

Please, oh just be kind, not curt,

We are but the same!'

What if,

the robin, weak, meek, and alone,

knew the your dark secrets hidden in your home?

What if,

this robin of spring,

the child who sings,

the mother with a fiery breast,

the winged one who never rests,

did not care?

What if this robin wasn't scared?

Unfazed,

away from man's craze,

What if this robin loved you anyways?

What if,

she of the flying songs,

of the first sign of spring after winter long,

loves you for who you are,

not who someone else thinks you are?

What if, this small bird,

forgotten and alone,

actually heard?

Actually knows that this is your home?

What if,

she knows who you are,

and still sees the brightest star?

And what if, this little robin,

wasn't a robin,

but a friend?

A classmate, a neighbor, a co-worker?

Someone who would follow you to the end,

even knowing your darkest secrets.

And what if, this little robin,

has many little robin friends, and family,

who also love you, and your friends, and your family,

for who you are, and who your friends are, and who your family is?

Not who someone else thinks they are?

And what if....

The entire world was this way...?

No hurt, no pain, no bullying,

no prejudices, only kindness and love.

And...what if....you could make this world?

One little robin at a time?

Sing robins, children of the sky. Sing to heal this world.

(Okay...that was weird...but really, we make this world. So why not make it right?)