My garden is serene and stressless.
Whatever the season it's a place to come
and meditate on God's blessedness
the flowers seem to grow to "His" glory
colorful birds come to bathe and some
to eat of "His" bounty and declare their territory.
To sing "His"praises for each new day.
At twilight for "His" care of them as they go to rest.
The winds blow, trees begin to dance and sway
clouds race across the sky three abreast
saying a goodbye, traveling to other times and places.