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.

-Yu/stan/kema-