My Garden
Upon my Buddha rests
A fetched butterfly
And near within flowers
A bee does dart about
The sun whose rays do stream
Through Acer bright to show
The colours of its leaves
And with a gentle breeze
A sweet peas scent does tease
The senses that are heightened
Within my English garden
We meet sometimes someone who offers us the gift of a peaceful soul and in this meeting we see the light...... and within this light such warmth is felt..
Upon my Buddha rests
A fetched butterfly
And near within flowers
A bee does dart about
The sun whose rays do stream
Through Acer bright to show
The colours of its leaves
And with a gentle breeze
A sweet peas scent does tease
The senses that are heightened
Within my English garden
We meet sometimes someone who offers us the gift of a peaceful soul and in this meeting we see the light...... and within this light such warmth is felt..
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