In the garden of our mind,
the weeds sometimes grow wild
The birds sift for knowledge as our shadow hides the light.
The sun crests slowly, casting rays across the lawn,
sweetly do the foxes play, come another dawn.
Bees seeking honey, dance their little dance as the Robin who now wide awake, sings his little song.
Another day in paradise where these creatures all belong,
Peacefully they live their lives, intent on nothing wrong.
The dew glistens brightly, natures Diamonds all around,
The whisper of it fades away, never to be found.
Music for the soul, as the morning chorus breaks…
Simon A.Rawicz – 07/06/2016