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 sk
ies.
Dandelions dance in the air,
filled with wishes mending all cares
.

In the garden my hands get dirty,
pretty pictures paint colorful stor
ies.
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

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