The early morning dew caressed petals
of garden flowers, allowing them to
hold their tiny heads toward the sky.
I wore the sun as a glove this morning,
covering my skin with its warm embrace, while
the mist from the garden hose ever so slightly
touched my legs as I watered our beautiful
A sense of tranquility came over me as I
stood there basking in the beauty of the day.
A slight wind touched the back of my neck
and I was sure I heard a whisper say,
I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem