What a void within my life <br />Without a garden be, <br />A place to sit and contemplate, <br />Refreshing mind, refreshing me. <br /> <br />To see the dew upon the rose, <br />Listening to the humming of the bee, <br />Cannot imagine life without <br />This wonderment to see. <br /> <br />The music played within my soul, <br />A cantata drifting soft and sweet, <br />An edifice constructed within the mind, <br />Such visual pleasures ever to keep. <br /> <br />A garden where one wonders, <br />A voyager intruding on terrain, <br />Made welcome by the fragrant smells <br />Of misty mornings and passing rain. <br /> <br />Without a garden life would be, <br />So void of simple pleasure, <br />I wonder alone in my garden <br />Storing in mind this visual treasure<br /><br />Wynona Gibson gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragrance-of-my-gardens/
