His Garden

I was walking home down the lane, when it began to rain. Not wanting to get drenched and get sick again, I took a short cut through a backyard fast like a train. Oh my what a prize, I cannot believe my eyes. Flowers so tall they were all king-sized, they could all most reach the skies. Colors so vivid and bright, I needed my sunglasses for their light. I came upon a bench with delight, an old couple sat holding a kite. Who are you they asked all dressed in white, Oh I am taking a short cut to get out of the rain. Come and sit we are dry, we are under this big maple tree they did cry. Your garden is very beautiful I said with a sigh, it is not our garden it is the masters~He has a great eye. Who is the master I asked the little guy, it is God from above they whispered then said bye-bye. Date Written: 3/11/2022 2 Place  Note: Dramatic Verse Rhyme Garden Inspirations Contest Judged: 4/20/2022 Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley