I chanced upon a moonlit tree,
With silvered branches, leafless, free.
Mighty did its trunk arise
Up into heavens celestial skies.
And gaze was drawn up to its crown,
Where something shone, looking down.
And haloed by the Luna light
A royal bower, diamond bright.
Upon it sat a gleaming bird,
To who’s regal glare I deferred.
For not a Roc or Phoenix shone,
But a little Robin afraid of none.
His breast afire e’en in the night,
Twas he chose me to put things right.
So with a nod towards my King.
I now tell this to everything.
Ne’er judge a person by his size.
Instead, trust only in avian eyes.
For truth and honesty is all they know
And I don’t mind being down below.