Ode to my world, full of flowers
This world holds my garden, that grows near and far.
My garden, colorful and fragrant
Spreads near and far.
Yellows and reds
Burst of purples and blues , pinks and whites
And oranges too.
Each of them giving off their unique beauty
Or fragrance, to my delight.
Every morning before the dew has lifted
I go about, up and down the streets
Winding through the hills or flat lands,
Taking in their beauty and smell.
To my awe there is always something new to see.
Treasures to be found on a meandering path or back in the mountains.
Often at the side of the road or the edge of a yard,
A bud ready to peak
Or a blossom bright and open.
As often as not, I see them gently
Bow their heads,
Ready to give back from which they came.
Down to the ground it will fall and start all over again .
This world holds my garden, that grows near and far.
