In My Garden
In my garden lots of pretty flowers
while I read I while away the hour
feeling like a giant in a tower
watching vibrant colors,
bloom and shower
In my garden love is blooming softly
beneath God's big umbrella I am me
Angels chalk talking to my heart joyful and free
I dangle off a rose to write thorn less poetry
Melting moments on the heart I am the artistry
of a painted canvass, on heaven's tapestry
A lady bug whispers to her majesty
"I Love It Here" this is my ancestry
In my garden there are lots of pretty flowers,
lots and lots of pretty flowers
growing strong and tall,
I get lost inside their ancient power.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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