Discovery

From afar I heard a cry,
Faintly echo through the rye.
Weak and weary came the sound
As I searched the yielding ground.

A baby robin, frail and small
Sheltered by the grass so tall,
Was sending out an urgent plea
To nest again within its tree.

In my hands it lay so still
Displaying such a mighty will,
Suaded by a dauntless grace
I tucked it back, within its place.