...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Gardens)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Gardens”.

                                                            GARDENS

           

            I heard the flowers in the gardens whisper and giggle as I skipped past them in animated fashion. I saw the roses on the rosebush perk up and stare at me as I skipped farther along the path. I felt the grass sweep past my ankles as the summer breeze gently pushed it to and fro. The birds stopped by, as well, to cool off in the stone bird bath that stood erect in the center of the gardens; beneath the early morning sun. As I reached the end of the long winding path, there I found an herb and vegetable garden that filled the air with its aromatic scents. Such beauty, such innocence, such tranquility, in the gardens that grow nature’s best.

            If you listen and watch very closely, you’ll hear the gardens speak of love and life; of birth and death; of rebirth and reincarnation; and lastly, they will tell the story of a resurrection. The gardens are magical, spiritual and quite supernatural. They call out to us, and invite us into their exterior and adventurous home - just to look, listen and observe. They encourage us to appreciate their power of life, death and rebirth, as only the ever-changing seasons will allow.

           

           

GARDENS

On nature’s walk

The path is long

On nature’s walk

The path is winding

If you listen closely

You will hear the gardens speak

There will be whispers and giggles

From exotic colored flowers

Who watch as we skip past their home

There will be looks and stares

From majestic rosebushes

Whose secrets will come into view

There will be tickles and touches

From swaying blades of grass

As gentle breezes push them to dance

You’ll see birds on the bird bath

Herbs and vegetables galore

You’ll inhale the aromatic scents of the Gods

The gardens are alive

With beauty and innocence

So tranquil, so lovely, so bright

And they speak to us of love

Of life, birth and death

Reincarnation - and proof of a resurrection

The gardens are magical

The gardens are spiritual

Abundant in supernatural powers

They call out to us, and invite us in

To nurture, to look and to listen

They beg us to stay and observe them by day

As we continue down this wondrous path

…There will be many miracles to witness and see

…As only the ever-changing seasons will allow