Gardens

In the garden, I find pure hope,
fulfilling my great need to cope.
I find music in the warm breeze,
the mixed fresh scents put me at ease.
I hear the birds as I watch them fly,
rainbows appear enhancing blue skies.
Dandelions dance in the air,
filled with wishes mending all cares.

In the garden my hands get dirty,
pretty pictures paint colorful stories.
Fireflies flutter every evening,
bringing me a clear serene feeling.
Smiling at the winking full moon,
wondering why time fled too soon.
Yawn for sound sleep under star lights,
as the winds sweep I say goodnight.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy