there’s a bird singing in my garden
the notes of the new day sun,
an equinox of the love that rises
through our hearts as one.
his song fills our senses to mingle
and merge with these parallel shifts.
a cornucopia of wonder waits
at the borders of our fingertips.
there’s a bird singing in my garden
he sings his song only for you.
he has followed my arrangement so perfectly
the colour he sings of is new.
there’s a bird singing in my garden
with no idea what he’ll become.
yet he knows that is heart has been captured
by the spring that has finally come.
phillip mellor 2015
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