The far off roaring thunder told me that the rain was near
but suddenly at the garden-gate a redbreast I did hear
where it did dance and sing its joy of the coming rain
sounding sweet and serene as if this happiness it could not bear
and that amazing little bird thing
to the entire world wanted its great joy to bring
where it danced to and thro in its passionate song
did of the joy of a new season and new life sing
and some people might see it as a little pest
that does disturb them in their tranquil rest
but to my its godsend, a messenger divine,
and of the small blessings it's one of the best
and such amazing things do happen with the coming spring.
© Gert Strydom
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