Dad's Garden Poem by Natasa Krizanic

I see you in the morning dew,
On the petal of your favorite flower,
When day is starting anew,
And Sun is rising in the garden.

I hear you in in the morning, too,
In song of a bird that is free,
Singing the song of thanks,
For planting another tree.

I feel you in a warm breeze,
Before an afternoon shower,
When you felt most at ease,
In your favorite garden.

And when the Sun goes to sleep,
And all is calm and at peace,
I feel you watching over,
Saying good night to me.