The Garden

The Garden Roses and violets grow wild yet tamed in raised gardens English boxwood and laurel line the white gravel footpath Butterflies and bees float and buzz around a thousand flowers Their sounds melding with the soft footsteps of visitors Walking through this world every sense is awakened and teased But, could the mind take in all the sights, smells and sounds surrounding it? The smell of mints wafting through the breezes is easy to notice However, the mild sweetness of the zinnia and snapdragons will not be ignored The sounds of a distant fountain echo off distant walls Walls that have held a dozen generations of grape vines and ivy Hummingbirds dart wildly around looking for their favorite nectar Other birds just sit on the walls and watch what is happening Life stays the same within the isolated ecosystem Days, weeks, months, years or decades – none of it matter It is Nature’s canvas to do with as she wishes Her canvas, her palette, her paint and her brushes That garden is her artwork to enjoy and wonder at for all time