The garden’s alive, with a tapestry bright, As the petals of roses awake to the light; And the laughter of butterflies, flits in the air, In a whirl of the colors, a vision so rare.

While the scent of the jasmine floats soft on the breeze, Each flower has a spirit, that brings us to knees; As we take in the wonder, with each smile of grace, In the heart of the garden, we find our true place.

• C J Dennis