When I am down,

Or when i feel blue.

I go to my garden,

Where everything is fresh;

All so lovely and new...


Some perennials for shade,

and some for sunlight.

Give off such magnificent color,

oh what pure delight...


The chirping of the birds,

along with the buzzing of bees.

Blends naturs harmony,

into such sweet melodies...


Up above there are

white clouds and blue skys;

In the air i see the gentle flutter

of color butterflies.........


Rows of flowers

Roses and trees;

The wind unpon my face

Like a warm summer breeze....


My garden is tranqil,

with much joy and bliss;

The sweet whipers of softness

I never want to miss..


So to my garden i go,

from day to day;

Seeing the beauty og gods love,

MELTS ALL OF MY TROUBLES AWAY...



i hope this sprin.g. to me a garden is flowers and vegtables which to me is start of spring.....

next tag..................

how about children

nancy