The sun rises like a lover, pulling
me from bed, warm hand guiding every
step into the garden's green embrace.
Petals open like whispered secrets,
each dew drop a tiny lens of joy.
A chorus of bees hums around us,
a symphony of wings and petals,
celebrating this overflow of light.
I move through rows of blossoms and leaves,
led by the radiant gold of morning.
Butterflies flutter, notes in a delicate
waltz, painting the air with silent grace.
The grass bends and whispers beneath me,
soft underfoot, every blade speaking
of abundance, every flower sings beauty.
I am overcome with this happiness,
anointed by the garden's lavish gift.
Every bud and shoot, a testimony
to wonder, a reminder that joy
is often found in these simple places.
With each step, the lover—the sun—whispers
promises of more journeys, more light.
In this garden, we discover together,
each day anew, a boundless display,
a testament to love, and life, and awe.
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Beauty is there for those that wish to see it. In this poem it is expressed in all its glory and simplicity
Thank You Soren, I appreciate you recognizing the beauty in my poem.
This is a beautiful poem )
Very enjoyable read
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