GARDEN WHISPERS

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As I patiently wait for flowers to bloom,

I ponder the whispers of my garden’s womb.

 

As the breeze blares and touches my brown skin

I feel the gentle caress where new dreams begin

 

New plants mirror generations to come;

tree shadows shield us from the scorching sun.

 

Withered leaves remind me, soft and kind,

All things pass with time, let's hold that  in mind.

 

White hibiscus buds reach toward the skies,

a beacon of hope, a promise that never lies.

 

Sunlight graciously infuses life,

Flowers burst forth with quiet pride.


Rain becomes their faithful friend,

nurturing soil, helping some to mend

 

Tall plants shelter and shadow the young ones,

They're small, yet they stand where glory runs.

 

Orange bougainvillea starts to appear, dangling to the ground,

like my spirit blossoms bright, wild and round.

 

Red blooms guard my welcoming entrance,

showing strong and blissful abundance.

 

These simple sights feed my vibrant glee

As I savored on this paradise- like scenery.


I need no costly things to be rich and happy,

just simple art of my humble garden fills my day.




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