Ode To My Garden

My garden is an art of splendour, I behold her with all my gaiety, A garden of flowers and hope blossoming alike, With all its beauty. The buds splutter, The mystic mystery unfolds with its glory, Giving way to the symphony, A harmony of colours and sounds so deep. The soft petals dances to the melodious hues, Spellbinding the onlookers, A riot of colours it is! Pink, purple, red, yellow, green, orange, scarlet and many more. The butterflies waver through the unending haze, The bees buzz adding to the tunes of melody, The chirping birds twitter incessantly, It's a confluence of colours and melodies so sweet, The master conductor is the wind, It directs every soul in the garden, To break into the euphoria. The wind chimes tingle with delight, As if to thank me for their site, Along the trails I hung them so dearly from the lamp post and trees. Amidst all the extravaganza, A happy me! Hopping and tapping on the stepping stones, Twisting and turning through the garden coves, Here and there a nest erupts among the shrubs and trees, To signal a new dawn. What more can I wish for? As I wander and ponder Through the poppies, pansies, poinsettia and phloxes, Salvias, sweet william, succulents and shrubs, The over powering Gulmohar and magnolia, Atop the jasmines and the bougainvilleas. They are all there in my garden, There is colour, there is sound, there is life, there is hope, My piece of haven I call it, A colourful heaven in all its right, And a peaceful eternity in all its might. July 29th, 2020 2nd position Contest: Petal, Buds, Blossoms, Bees, Birds, Butterflies poetry contest Sponsor: Silent One