Our Turkish garden, early morning

so peaceful, calm and tranquil

Dragonflies dip, dart and dance

above azure water, calm and still

 

The pool is the centrepiece, blue,

crystal clear reflecting like glass

Cool, creamy, natural stone tiles

circled by freshly cut, green grass

 

The sound of cicadas, constant

invisible, cascading from the trees

The fountain water, washes over

the gentle sound of buzzing bees

 

Pomegranate, pear, lemon, lime, 

fig, apple, conifer and olive trees

Feather like pampas grass, wafts

tall palms rustle on a gentle breeze

 

Climbing the walls of white villas

Bougainvillea shocking pink hues

Butterflies drink in the nectar

from the pink, red, white and blues

 

The place starts to come to life

the sound of early morning chatter

I do not understand the language

but that really does not matter

 

Very soon our Turkish garden

will be buzzing, as it comes alive

Children will play on inflatables

swim and splash, jump and dive

 

The sound of fun and laughter

tales of good times and holidays

Our Turkish garden, our haven

it will remain forever and always