Simplicity arrives like a red robin knocking on my front door

begging for a morsel, for a crumb of what I have.

Tis nothing, nor will it be, but a seed, my fair red robin

for there is no need, if not seen for what it is,

your world and all there is, in simplicity seen

gives to wonders of sights unseen.


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