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Garden of Joy
It is so peaceful, sitting here out in the sun.
For the day has only just begun.
I hear the birds, I see the trees.
I watch the grass sway in the breeze.
The birds are busy with all that must be done.
Creating nests for breeding and feeding their young.
All this while they sing their song.
They are comfortable here where they belong.
There are red-tailed hawks flying high,
Along with robins in the sky.
There are hummingbirds fluttering away,
Ruby-throated and so tiny are they.
There are cardinals and blue jays, too.
How vibrant they are with colors so true.
There are woodpeckers, big and small.
There are some sparrows in a brawl.
The trees are home to many creatures
And they stand up tall, proud of their features.
Their trunks are large, wide and strong.
And their leaves hang low from branches so long.
The grass is bright green, tall and dense.
The morning dew sticks to it with intense.
I can smell flowers from all around,
Those beautiful flowers I planted in the ground.
There are tulips of yellow, pink and red.
There are hundreds daisies in a bed.
There are rows of carnations, side by side.
There are rows of camellias two feet wide.
There are orchids, hyacinths, and roses of plenty.
There are petunias planted in bunches of twenty.
There are a few large pots with flowers filled,
And in these sit the daffodils.
There is also a pond with lilies so bright,
And small, brown frogs that jump out of sight.
There are fish in it too, cold water they enjoy,
And that's why they are called Japanese Koi.
Surrounding the garden is a fence that vines climb,
And all around inside are beams of sunshine.
This garden is my favorite place be.
The nature is pleasant, as you can see.
It is here that I can think and write down those thoughts.
A place of such peace is what I had sought.
It is such a lovely place to be.
This garden of mine, it sets me free.