The Secret Garden

I know of a garden, you might know one too,

It hides a big secret, as all gardens do.

There's magic in this place, and wonders to be found.

Creatures pass through it, with barely a sound.

They don't say too much, they're busy you see,

They're not in the garden to entertain me.

To each flower they fly, in a blinding zoom,

They're making sure, each plant will bloom.

Some inch along, wearing fabulous fur,

They must eat a lot, so transformation can occur.

Others lay out traps, and then run to hide,

Only when it rains can you see the gems inside.

At the end of every day there shines a special light,

Made of all different colours, so beautiful and bright.

That's the secret of a garden, tell others if you dare,

Understand that if you do, they will want to join you there.

Lit From Within

The sun intensifies.

It's yellow light

makes everything glow

as if lit from within.

Cicadas and crickets buzz and click

filling the air with their non-stop, jazzy tempo

and sweat trickles down the small of my back

with the smallest of movements

...or no movement at all.

Garden chores have to wait

as I sip drinks stacked full of ice cubes,

And watch everything around me grow

and ripen,

knowing that fall is but a step away.

Flowers Nourish My Soul

"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly,

our whole life would change."

~

I don't know what I'd do without flowers in my life.