Written by Danielle E. Pasqua
Copyright © March 27, 2019
Easter started with chirps of robins
And the bloom of wild daffodils
That sprouted out of the tall grass
Only to be picked by a girl in lavender
Who held a shimmering pink rake
As she skipped along the stone path
Emma stood still on the stone path
Because in front of her was a robin
That stared at her shimmering pink rake
And pecked at the wild daffodils
That amused this young girl in lavender
Then the robin flew over the tall grass
Soon Emma ran onto the tall grass
That stretched beyond the stone path
And led to a garden with rows of lavender
Where in a tree was the nest of a robin
Emma recognized the wild daffodils
That cried out to her shimmering pink rake
Emma raised her shimmering pink rake
A rattlesnake slivered across the tall grass
And the bird’s nest made of wild daffodils
Fell onto the ground of the stone path
While the eggs that belonged to the robin
Rolled into the orchids of endless lavender
But Emma found the snake in the lavender
With the comb of her shimmering pink rake
She moved the eggs to the care of the robin
And attacked the snake in the tall grass
That slithered away across the stone path
Only to vanish into the wild daffodils
Emma doubted the wild daffodils
Or even trusted the planted lavender
So she leaped onto the stone path
Again, with her shimmering pink rake
She stopped the predator in the tall grass
All she wanted to do was protect the robin
Hear the chirps of robins in the wild daffodils
No more snakes in the tall grass or in the lavender
Emma’s shimmering pink rake ruled the stone path