Garden Poem

September 15 2014

Sunlight filters through the trees
Flowers swaying in the breeze
The gentle sound of buzzing bees
A garden of tranquility

I hear his voice whisper in the breeze
Dancing through the flowers and trees
An inspiration that's not hard to see
In this garden of tranquility.

Stephen Pascoe 15.9.14

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