~ Enchanted Garden ~

My dream of walking barefoot upon a sea of grass
I didnít want to wake, I wanted to make this last
This garden seemed so different everywhere I looked
They hid their smiling faces in every little nook
These beautiful flowers smiled, and even seemed to chatter
I bent my head down to their faces, and it surely didnít matter
Because by the time I got there it was a bit too late
They knew what I was up to, and all they did was wait
Hummingbirds were everywhere so gently in their grace
They seemed to understand the flowers, and knew their place
There is a language between the birds, bees and flowers
We are human and donít really listen not even when it showers
Now I seemed to toss and turn in my sleep I felt like I was walking
My husband rose and shook me to tell me I was talking



© Joyce Ann Geyer
Poetnmysol


Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Psalm 90:14

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