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.
But I sense yours is imaginary and can flower as long as your mind wants it to.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane