My Garden, A Stage
My garden is a stage
Where all ballerinas present their best performances! It's show-time!
First breezed in the Tulip - the April-performance, the scintillating bulbs emerging,
And revealing to the world what ravishing beauties they are!
Then the Jasmine stepped in, like a very demure bride, attired in all white, and who can resist her charm!
Hydrangea couldn't wait until the Jasmine left with her heavenly fragrance,
And blew us away blanketing the tree with her white bloom of hundreds!
Rose, the Princess, knew she could wait and wait for her turn,
Keeping everybody on their edge, to witness the final performance with a grand entrance!
It was a blast!
My goodness! how did the DJ forget the bashful Blue Hibiscus? !
She was a little delayed because of the
inconsiderate Willow blocking her path!
She is here now, magical Show-stopper!
Copyright © Malabika Ray Choudhury | Year Posted 2020
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