I go to my garden refuge
When I need a healing salve
To cover the wounds inside me
From old losses that I have.
I smell the sweet honeysuckle
That grows on the back yard fence,
And the flowers that bloom in summer
Keep me in a state of suspense.
Many colors of Iris stand tall
In the rays of the morning sun.
The birds wake up to sing a tune
And stop when the day is done.
My soul needs its’ quota of beauty
To thrive in a world of despair.
It brings me close to the Almighty
Whose gifts can be seen everywhere.
God knew I would need reminding
That He is present every day,
So He sent gifts of beauty-
Lovely flowers to grace my way.