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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem