My Birthday Garden

In a corner of the garden where the honeysuckle blooms, where the air is sweetly scented with a mixture of perfumes, High above me in the willow sits a snow white turtle dove, who sings his wife a ballad to celebrate their love, I watch the evening sun create such colours in the sky, almost as if to imitate the rose trees just nearby, In this corner of the garden all my birthdays should be spent, for the gifts that live around me are most truely heaven sent.