Red Robin

The robin flies free,
Not cooped in cage or lost at sea, without a degree of worry it flaps its wings effortlessly.
Like the fire it has survived and the desire for a partner in crime, the bird’s red cloak made him a force to be reckoned with.
Not cooped in a cage or lost at sea and with only an ounce of worry; the bird picks up the pace.
But continuing on the bird lost hope, he no longer felt free, he felt lost at sea, a sea of never-ending hills and trees and other birds. But nothing could satisfy his lust. Like the tumbling motion of a wave his mind fogged. “Will I find the one?”
Now flying through the country side, on the hunt for his mate, with his mind in a state and his wings tiring, the robin has a rush of power, he felt empowered by wave of a phenomenal aura. Red…
Red is the colour of power, the colour of love and the colour of strong and stubborn passion, the bird pushes on. He will find his mate.
Not cooped in a cage or lost at sea, the key to success is to hope for the best and try until the rest doesn’t matter.
Sitting in a red leafed tree singing to herself was the one; his struggles were done-he had truly won. She was perfect. The rest no longer mattered.
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Nowadays it’s hard to find this, the drive to find the one. People get strung up on, ‘Yeah they’ll do,’ but they don’t care to think about the romance, they don’t care to think about what they could be having. I chose to speak about red because red is a powerful and loving colour, it makes me think about the power of true love. And I’ve seen that power.