I strolled in the fairy garden
Felt the air, the magical tree
Each intricate space of my garden
Tells of the plumes each line meets
My beautiful tapestry, covers years
A patchwork of stories and memories
They fill my life with laughter beyond measures
I keep my heart open , more adventures
I feel the songs as the each sunrise
They peak the new beginning of my blooming garden
My tree of hope healing
Our garden got hit badly by a hard freeze that was unexpected. So, much of the paradise is lost until summer allows us to replant as we furnish our delights.
But I sense yours is imaginary and can flower as long as your mind wants it to.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
But I sense yours is imaginary and can flower as long as your mind wants it to.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane