In the Garden
In the Garden...
Sometimes
in the garden,
if you are quiet,
and watch carefully;
there are birds.
They come to visit,
and listen to the trees.
They sing in unison
to the leaves,
and the movement
of the grass.
The song is not easy to hear,
but if you let,
your heart...
it will match the beat,
and you will feel the miracle.
They...
all of them...
Come to visit the flowers,
and be part of the picture,
that makes everything perfect.
There are bees,
that kiss the blossoms,
and tell stories to the gnomes.
Ladybugs that dance among the roses,
and eat the aphids.
They laugh in celebration,
of the most beautiful buds,
ever allowed to open,
and smile at the sun.
The court of the big tree,
the land of the green,
the lake brought by irrigation,
a reality of everything,
truly...
lovely.
Ann Foster BooksbyAFoster.com
Have a truly blessed day!
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