Garden Tales

The tale of my best is yet to be told For the best is always yet to come But one of my best that won the gold Takes place in a garden where beauty never grows old The seeds of this poem, planted by my muse Grew into flowers as the words I construed Butterflies played in this garden I chose And flowers danced happily to the whisper of those The words started flowing faster than I could write The muse would not stop till the words were just right I stopped for a while to see the flowers I chose And to my surprise I had left out the rose So I ended my poem with the rose as the queen And crowned her with beauty in a garden serene -- 3/14/17 https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a__glimpse_in_the_garden_563888