A Garden In The Woods Poem by Kenneth Romano

In the heart of the woods
A secret garden stood.
Where flowers carpeting the Earth
With beauty and slendor so delicate.

When sunbeams hit the glittering waters
Looks like bits of diamonds that scatters.
When the wind blow the flowers
Smells like scent of the gods ever.

At dawn, when early birds are singing
Sounded like golden bells ringing.
At twilight when nightingale's serenading
Sounded like wind chimes in the window hanging.

In the very heart stood a patio
For me to stay if I'd come to.
But with lovely things spreading
I wonder if I can leave them.