THE GARDEN

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

The butterflies are sleeping
Don’t disturb their quiet naps
The weeping willow’s resting
With its head in the yard’s lap.

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

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

____________________________

Image from Google Images: nytimes.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

7 thoughts on “THE GARDEN”

Leave a comment