Our Garden

Magnificent trees with branches bended Surrounding vast beds of flowers tended Beds displayed with only one color shone Somehow dictated where each must be grown. Tho the classic garden pleases the eye Such a perfect pattern one can’t deny Every structured color may have its place And to keep each a part’s a constant race. But I much prefer a kaleidoscope Of many colors…one can only hope Tho diverse, they will all appear as one Well blended together under one sun! And as each color struggles to stand tall Eyes wide open, we must treasure them all.