Humble As A Bird Poem by Mark Heathcote

Humble As A Bird



I entered the garden.
Like a humble bird
looking for a song-
a song to sing.

And there amid the petals.
I heard an angel's tread.
A bee on the mantle-
heaven fed.

And there I saw the nodding cloud-
dispensing in the ray
a rainbow, proud-
as any marching day

So sang my heart this poem.
That entered in this joy.
A garden for tomorrow,
a poem for today.

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