My Tranquil Garden - Poem by Della Perry
Never such a moving sight to behold than the honey bee upon the flower,
The stem sways in the breeze as the bee flits from flower head to another,
The cooling wind pleasing to the mind,
Respite from the heat of the glowing sun overhead.
The twinkle of the chimes from a neighbours garden
Reminds me of chinese days and tranquil waters.
The fountain from the koi carp pond calms your soul,
The hound reclines on the lush lawn
Lazily stretching out his long, black limbs.
The heat warms my back and shoulders
And pages from my notebook glow beneath my inky words.
A butterfly, dainty white angel flits upon the asters,
Tasting their sweet delights
He allows me to get close to admire his beauty
But as I admire him further he teasingly flits away.
The flowers and shrubs are all different
And yet make the one next to them look even more splendid,
Complimenting each other in their diversity,
Much alike God's impression of man,
Helping each others beauty to shine.
Some may be rough with thorns
But in the eyes of the insects they are magnificent,
The nettle is the nectar for the bee and ladybug
And yet a pain in the fingertip for me.
Some are smooth and glisten i the rays
With droplets from the pond on their leaves
Small insects sup on the delicacy.
Through the arches the iris grows tall
Then cascade down into a watery home,
Beneath the wood and stones and cones from the oak
Hide snails and woodlice and damp loving folk.
They scatter and flurry if you move the rotten wood
A giant has come to watch their lives.
Freshly cut lawns wafts to your senses
And buzzing of cars in the distance are hardly heard,
A bluebottle sits on leaves that are warm,
Looking around before flying elsewhere,
The fish in the pond glide around lazily
Awakening from their dormant winter.
The wings on the pigeons can be faintly heard
As feathers float down from whence they flew,
The hum of an aeroplane breaks the silence,
A reminder of how far the human race has come
But is it for the best this technology?
I think not as I look at the wonder of nature in my tiny garden,
That needs no human intervention apart from the giving of water
When mother nature gives no rain.
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