Garden girl with spiraling wings, songs that shape making more and more a beautiful picures in front of me.
I watched her land from garden sky.
Clear and twinkly every star said hi.
No cloud to be seen an amazing seen.
The trees and bushes flowers and weeds grass and mud. A wild look to it.
I love my garden it gave me wing spiraling girl.
She may go at any moment.or shape me more pictures to come.
I've invited her to make a home ere with me but outside with the gnome.
She's coming inside to clean her boots. From grass shoots.could use my utensils.
I'm sawing her a raincoat with two wholes for her magical spiraling wings.
A garden girl that sings forming visions I can go fix in spring.it's never to cold for her to sing her saving songs.
I thank my heavenly garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Jen. Thanks