Morning glories will help me, welcome each day, violets so soothing, won't be taken away. They all stand so proudly, as they dance in the air, this garden so glorious, is ever so rare.

Each flower is blessed and they offer their all, not really concerned, if their petals should fall. A new bloom will come, as buds open wide, be greeted by others, while they sway by their side.

Some shades of pastels, are hard to describe, the rich hues of colors, are formed deep inside. In the mist of the rain, they may slumber awhile, as the sun touches, they gently wake with a smile.

Before I retire, the night lilies appear, the dew bathe these flowers, like soft velvet tears. As I go to sleep, this garden slumbers with me, in my heart and my soul, my garden I see.