Tuesday, February 23, 2016

In the garden

In the garden



Warmth surround me,
A cloud drifts bye,
And all the while,
I wonder why?

Bees, trees and joy,
The radiance will permeate,
Given a clue of wonder,
Nothing here I’d hate.

Blossoms and petals fall,
In patterns upon the ground,
Here beauty is silent,
It’s prettiness make no sound.