Where Flowers Grow Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Seeds are planted, flowers grow
Their beauty fills my heart with love,
To melt away each sorrowful thought,
To lift my feelings, way on and above.
The precious scent of life it brings,
The pleasant sound of birds that sing,
through morning time to afternoon,
this loveliness, in the month of june.
For nature brings us many things,
With all its love, such joy it brings,
for i can't think, of a better way,
than spending time, in this garden gay.



Jayne Louise Davies