Born here and fledged
Out to find this world
To discover yourself
In its spanses grand
You found your mate
Then returned back here
To your grey guardian
Now gone before you
Year after year returning
After winter's long rest
Listening for your voice
Before dawn, before dark
Your colours faded too
They lost their brilliance
But today you are gone
Your mate mourning you
No more shall we share
Strolls in the green grass
Hunting worms close by
Whilst labouring as one
No more shall you sing
Choruses heard in harmony
Accompanied by the wrens
And a trilling flute's sonata
Loss is so much more later
Realized in somber silence
A requiem by your peers
An ode to an ordinary robin