The Garden
Have you lingered in a garden instead of passing by
and heard the rhythm of the flowers as they gentle sigh
at the warm wind playing softly around each opening bud.
have you watched the golden pollen quiver as it wrestles with the bee
and seen each faded petal fall on grass of emerald green.
Have you laughed at the frolics of the birds
as they splash in puddles left by rain or silently watched them feed their young
in rhododendron by the lane
where lazy tom purrs having missed them once again.
Have you waited for a poppy to burst while sitting in the sun
and lifted your eyes just a whisper away to find you missed the fun.
Have you walked the paths to find the shade
when the evening light begins to fade
and honeysuckle sends its perfumes high
with lilac and laburnum against an azure sky.
Have you watched the setting of the sun
its dancing rays at play tinting the trees with golden hues
at the closing of the day
All this magic in a garden where miracles are made
twixt work of man and nature
the foundation of love is laid
this haven full of riches like a wilderness will die
unless you pause to linger
instead of passing by
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