My garden is a special place
Where morning blows its breeze
And sun dries the morning mists.
Where different plants and shrubs
Soothe the sight with flowers and buds.
My garden is a special place
Where busy bees fly and kiss
The beauty of flowers their nectar sipped
Where butterflies fly high and low
Attracting passers on the go.
My garden is a special place
Where I laid my worries and grief
Where I spend hours of peace
Where I hum with total bliss
Where I go and my stress ceased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed your work here and as I read the poem you drew me right into the garden with you. It was a geat trip and I plan to read more of your work. Lynn