A humming bird *

Early morn, every day,
When you come to the shore
Of sea,
I be the humming bird,

As you get feet Thine
Touched by the waters ,

I hum a tune
By flapping feathers,

As you turn around,
Thinking where from
That tune arrives,

i release my song
Onto the morn's sweeping cool,

Your feet,
They touch waters,
Pebbles colored,

whilst i
Watch thou,
Flapping air
Into thy Soul.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached. Courtesy: Paige Lewis)


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