Have you ever passed by such a beautiful robin?
He was standing just like that— perched on the back of the rusty bench while my daughter and I were walking in the park. She saw him first and whispered to me, “Look, Mama, look at that robin.”
“Oh, so cute,” I whispered back, and we both froze on the spot— wondering whether to move closer or walk away.
We quietly moved closer, and—surprisingly— the noble prince remained on his throne. Whether it was humility or pride— he stayed silent, his tiny eyes seemed to watch us.
How I wished he would sing— something, anything. But he seemed to have no song. Still, we couldn’t blame him; it was such a grey, humid, and hot day.
At least we were honoured to capture a photo of the park’s noble prince.
With hope and peace,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 