Rare Days like These & Ode to the Garden

The smell of freshly cut grass in the air,

Flower beds everywhere.

The sound of bells rings out,

Sweet songs of birds chirping,

The thread of sound weaves a soft lullaby.

The trees and the leaves,

The flowers and the weeds,

Sway slowly like an endless violin.

The stream runs like an endless galaxy,

Ever so gentle and calm.

Days like these are rare,

Cherish them and sink in their tranquility.

                 ODE TO THE GARDEN

My enchanted garden, you inspire me to dream.

I love the way you flourish and grow,

Invading my mind through night and day,

Always dreaming about the clouds over the trees.

Let me compare you to a busy day,

You are more pleasant and special.

Calm frost nips the robins of December,

And wintertime has feathered along.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your apple blossoms and roses.

Thinking of your fledged doves fill my days.

My love for you is unimaginable, you are all I will ever need.