I sat within the garden’s lush embrace,
Where roses, jasmine, lilies hold their space.
I breathed the fragrant air, a floral tide,
While quietude became my gentle guide.

 

I listened to the leaves, a whispered choir,
That rustled with a rustling, soft desire;
The wind arrived to play a mischief game,
With whistles, giggles, calling out by name.

 

It gushed through boughs with brazen, bold delight,
Turning the hefty trees to roaring might.
Though winds blew past with arrogant display,
They chased the heavy, hollow cares away.

 

For in this dance, a perfect recipe,
Of orchestrated, deep tranquility.
I rested on the turf, a velvet spread,
A luxury of green beneath my head.

 

The bees, the painted wings of butterflies,
And singing birds beneath the azure skies,
Performed a show of glamorous design,
While golden sunbeams wove a shifting line.

 

The light played out in rhythmic, soft degrees,
Beneath the bowing canopy of trees.
A noon well spent, where time and spirit run,
Lost in the flowers, birds, and warming sun.