A Day in the Garden

The flowers growing in the garden blossom
As the clouds roll in the lighting flashes the rain
Begins, the cool breeze and waving branches are beautiful
The rain comes trickling through the dry creek, it grows into a stream
The garden continues to cool letting each and every plant
breath. Sitting on the bench in the gazebo, relaxing.

The rain goes away, allowing me to move out to the garden to relax
more, I find the bench nearest the roses and decide the smell from each blossom
is absolutely wonderful. Sitting there watching the trees and flowers and shrubs, plants
are beautiful things, never needing more than a scoop of love and a shower of rain.
flowing on and babbling through the garden's center filling the pond below, runs the stream
as I sit, dreaming on throughout the day of place far and near, that are exquisitely beautiful

laying on the banks of the pond, I stare up and watch the clouds drift by, beautiful
spending time alone in the center of this grand garden green I lay just relaxing,
happy times and joyous things, a pond of memories filling up ready to flow downstream
there in the distance, are the Lilies growing tall and fragrant, such large blossoms
coming from in the distance the clouds return, they rumble ever so quietly, the rain
Comes and I run for the gazebo arriving just before the rain begins, I sit watching the plants

the rain ends and I wander off towards the shade garden, filled with plants
in many different hues of green. Hostas and Bleeding hearts fill the area with beautiful
shades of purples and pinks. under these trees not more that a drop or two of rain
is ever needed. I sit in soft green grass enjoying the sounds of happy birds, I love relaxing
eventually I take a nap next to the violets as they wave in the soft gentle wind the blossoms
of perpetual motion. down the hill runs the babbling brook the runs right into the stream.

I awake to and go down to the brook, following it until I find the stream
There I sit skipping rocks watching as the wind blows by rustling the leaves of the plants
Down by the stream I find a hidden alcove filled with columbine and astilbe blossoms,
the scent is amazing, as I wander through a find a waterfall near the back such a beautiful
place, simply walking through the alcove continues to refresh the already relaxed
senes of mine. The creek feeding the falls above, has been replenished by the recent rain.

Time moves on, and I follow the stream up a ways, finding more brooks created by the rain,
I decide to stop and sit again for a while listening to the birds and the babke of the stream.
this day has been filled with peace and tranquility, i have become fully relaxed
laying next to the stream I notice more blossoms of new primrose, the plants
simply abound, filling this garden to the brim making it the most beautiful
that I’ve ever seen. on the other bank I notice a patch of Lily of the Valley with big blossoms

The flowers and their blossoms abound with joy, many washed open by the rain.
The beautiful land surrounding me, cut by brooks and streams
A garden filled with these plants of grandeur, and a place to sit and relax.

AJC