My Garden

 My garden is a magical place.
Full of wonders and grace.

The wind here, blows ever so gently.
While the honey bees buzz, so peacefully.

Under the archway, Enter, pass by my fairy gatekeeper.
As your senses are overwhelmed by a wild honeysuckle flower.

Watching the sun kiss the morning dew.
It is such a breath-taking view.

The captive sunrise, sends me in to a daze,
Leaving me speechless, while I gaze.

The beautiful warm rays,
Cast a rainbow like mystical haze.

On the cobblestone path, lets take a walk.
And with a little luck, We just might find a shamrock.

Following the stream, to the stone wishing well.
I can't help but making a wish, and feeling under a spell.

Pick some daisies as they grow,
While watching a gently cold stream flow.

Know the sounds of water splash,
Catch it's glimmer in a flash.

A crystal clear brook where the moss-covered rocks rest.
Flows a stream where the singing bullfrogs nest.

In the distance you can hear a mocking birds coos,
And the rest of the birds, also voice their views.

Beneath the sun-filled clear blue sky,
You can hear the distinctive sound of an eagle cry.

Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.

The grass will poke your toes,
As you smell the fresh-cut flowers in your nose.

Hear the buzzing of bumble bees,
Lets climb the biggest and tallest trees.

We can hear an old oak creek, with a century of age,
With brand new shoots, and the sun they crave.

Climb down out of the trees, and peer in to the deepest part of the woods, where the bluest bluebells grow,
Right next to them the magical Leprechaun will show.

Rain starts misting, as a rainbow appears,
Everyone knows the stories, so lets follow the rainbow and see whats near.

All is silent, all is still,
No one , is around to see the thrill.

Of all the fairies capturing the stars,
And firefly's and placing them in jars.

With all this magical light,
It brightens a wonderful sight.

The pot of gold, I know is near
I can see the gorgeous gold shimmers appear.

It looks like it is coming from that knot in that rotting tree,
Lets follow that fairy, and set some gold free.

We didn't find a shamrock,
But we found something better on our walk.

Take a moment to inhale,
And listen, so nature can tell her tale.

Born to feel free, always live the same,
Never let the soul, ever be tame.