The Garden’s Poetry
Swaying vines like curtain drape the garden;
Hanging from the bough of a mango tree.
‘Tis my haven, my version of eden ~
A nook where I express my artistry.
Violet orchids and whites search the day-lights,
Like birds on flight, peep through the canopy.
Broods nestled up there, unafraid of heights,
Serenade my soul with sweet melody.
A bird perch on the twig near the pool;
Driving the fishes and the toads away,
While I stay still watching a wee ripple.
The elements are semingly showy.
I’m sated with ethereal scenery,
Seizing the subtle garden’s poetry.