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