The Garden
The Garden
Roses and violets grow wild yet tamed in raised gardens
English boxwood and laurel line the white gravel footpath
Butterflies and bees float and buzz around a thousand flowers
Their sounds melding with the soft footsteps of visitors
Walking through this world every sense is awakened and teased
But, could the mind take in all the sights, smells and sounds surrounding it?
The smell of mints wafting through the breezes is easy to notice
However, the mild sweetness of the zinnia and snapdragons will not be ignored
The sounds of a distant fountain echo off distant walls
Walls that have held a dozen generations of grape vines and ivy
Hummingbirds dart wildly around looking for their favorite nectar
Other birds just sit on the walls and watch what is happening
Life stays the same within the isolated ecosystem
Days, weeks, months, years or decades – none of it matter
It is Nature’s canvas to do with as she wishes
Her canvas, her palette, her paint and her brushes
That garden is her artwork to enjoy and wonder at for all time
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment