• A Walk Through the Garden

    I can hear the birds sing,
    on a fine morning like today.
    grass makes a soft "crunch" beeneath my feet
    The steady drumming of dewdrops falling

    The sun hides his face behind misty clouds.
    Listen to the simple majestic silence,
    The morning goes on and the silence proceeds.

    My garden is a parade of color.
    The green of the grass mixing with the blue of the sky
    yellow buttercups , and purple pansies.