The bees carefully work amongst the lily's and the roses taking the nectar to the hive. The gentle breath of summer heat kisses my face, the insects scurry along the old wooden fence. The grass sways in the garden softly. A blackbird sings a beautiful song the sounds of nature restores my very soul and my heart.
Michael Cochrane © 2024
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