In the Garden In my small garden, a riot of green,
each bloom a riot of color,
shouts of joy beneath the sun,
as stillness hums its tune.

Butterflies flit like thoughts
just out of reach,
as bees perform their ballet
over the petals’ embrace,
where time seems to pause and smile.

Here, amidst the scents of earth,
I find solace, quiet whispers,
a world alive beneath my fingers,
its pulse echoing my own heartbeat.

• Ruth Padel