Garden of Dreams In the garden where wildflowers sway, colors burst like laughter in bright array, petals dance with the tender breeze, a mosaic of beauty that aims to please.

Bees hum softly, a sweet serenade, a banquet of nectar, their work displayed, a symphony painted in nature’s hue, in this sacred space, I find the true.

Earth’s artistry, in fragrant blooms, a sanctuary of life that brightly looms, a whisper of hope in each blossom seen, in the garden of dreams, I reign as queen.

• Thomas S P S Munch