Wild flowers blow in the morning breeze,
Surrounded by beautiful butterflies and bees,
Warm is the glow of the dazzling sun,
How lovely this garden of mine has become.
Mountain top glows neath the pretty blue sky,
My silence disturbed as some crows go by,
Noisy are they as they head up the valley,
I then see a Robin,
Some fine twigs he carries.
This is a time when birds build their nests,
This is the moment when nature is best,
Full of the joys of life so it seems,
In my little space,
My garden of dreams.
Jayne Louise Davies
Your 'garden of dreams' sounds DELIGHTFUL. I give four stars. Here in the U.S. I think I've never seen an American Robin's nest which had twigs used in its construction. Dried grass and other soft plant material and mud come to mind. bri ;)
I can almost envision sitting in your lovely garden. The scent of lavender is so inviting.
Thank you so much for your kind comment x So appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Felt at peace reading this wonderful poem. THX, Jayne!