THE GARDEN

Don’t disrupt the flowers
Don’t wake up the leaves
The wind is gently blowing
Don’t disturb the bees.

The butterflies are sleeping
The Dogwood is taking a nap
The weeping willow is resting
With its head in the yard’s lap.

The dew is moist and sprinkled
All over the limbs and  flowers
The large oak’s looming over
Like a tall, protective tower.

The sun up in the sky
No rain or clouds in sight
By evening they will shelter
As they make ready for tonight.

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Image from Google Images: nytimes.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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