In My Pretty Garden
In my pretty garden,
I see a new blossom.
Each morning the flowers,
welcome me with their silence.
I love to see the swirling butterflies,
going in for a kiss from the flowers.
Following close behind,
I see a big yellow bee.
The old rustic fence and gate,
holds all this beauty.
The beauty does emanate from the flowers,
will the silk synthetic flowers take over?
Swirling around me,
is a heavenly and timeless scent.
Is this all an illusion,
no because I am in God's real garden.
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