My Garden-My Sanctuary
After gardening the inside of my house and home
In the morn I come out for more difficult gardening.
The flowers node their sleepy heads shaking the dew
And the aurora peeps up to climb a sky of blue.
The flowers tell me to look up, not to look down.
Once I plucked a beautiful rose to give it to my sweetie
It said, “Hey, you won’t gather my beauty by plucking”.
I was taken a little bit aback, it spoke again merrily
“Even if you crush me, my fragrance will radiate”.
As I start working, I hear chirping and little songs of birds
Rejoicing to see flying flowers, the butterflies
And the flowers looking like the trapped butterflies
Flirting around happily, not settling down for long
But longing to enjoy full happiness and not longevity.
The sunrise and the sunset are the times
For me to visit the garden where the God lives
It’s the best place to seek and feel him there.
It’s the place to bury troubles digging dirt
To rule a garden is as hard as ruling the world
It has made me a bit of artist, a scientist and a philosopher
As we come from the earth
And return to the earth
In between, is gardening we do.
But beware of wearing perfumes in the garden
Lest you be pollinated by the bees.
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May 3, 2014
Form : Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win
Contest: My Garden by Linda
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