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

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