Bluebells Dance In The Wind Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

Bluebells dance in the wind
and it is almost as if you can hear them ringing
with a sound that only the angels do hear.

Begonias with there bright colours
hang over the balcony with red dripping out of them,
numerous beautiful hues are mixed and pretty red poppies
golden yellow and burned orange daisies, hazy-blue flax
is on display
and like Cinderella’s dress
the garden is transformed into a paradise every day.

Fuchsias cascade from hanging pots
like ballerinas they swing taking part in the dance
and white as stars the gardenias bloom,
roses are everywhere in al the nuances under the sun.

Tranquil water cascade into the fishpond
where the bees are buzzing
and window boxes filed with basil, bay, borage,
chervil, rosemary, tarragon and parsley
complete the perfection in an own kind of harmony.

Red gazanias greet you as you enter,
fragrant sweet air caresses you
when you go into Cinderella’s fairytale dream world
and it’s a place where a weary soul may find a little rest
among the flowers and the bees.