Just A Divine Day Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

How pleasant is the summer breeze,
That drifts across this garden space,
Where flowers grow beneath the trees
A special presence in this place,
The soft pink rose with petals fine,
Look special in the morning sun,
This is their time to look divine,
Sweet flower, your my favourite one.
The birds are nestled in the trees,
They give a melancholy tune,
They share their precious time with me,
In this merry month of June.

Jayne Louise Davies