The Garden
The beauty that blooms in a garden
always seems to appear at first glance.
Rainbow hues touch a flower's head,
while the wind teaches stems how to dance.
Green leaves cloak the sharp thorns
that wait to taste human blood.
Beneath the bug infested soil the roots beg
to feel the wet kiss of nature's flood.
The golden sound of buzzing bees
brushes against each frail flower's skin.
Pieces of sticky pollen grip the insect's legs,
whispering of new lives waiting to begin.
The sweet nectar of morning dew
shines like diamonds in the sun's golden light.
As the blossoming garden awakens each day,
the blemishes are pushed out of sight.
Copyright © Angie Sharp | Year Posted 2007
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