THE GARDEN 

I stood quite still as I took it in
It was a sight to see:
A garden so loved and cared for
From flower, to shrub, to tree.
 
There were flowers of every colour;
The roses caught my eye.
So many different colours – count them,
I couldn’t even try.
 
It was a place to take your ease
To pass the time of day;
A place of quiet solitude,
Somewhere to sit and pray.
 
The tall trees swayed their branches
In silent salutation,
Bowing down in humbleness
To the God of all creation.
 
Such beauty, I was thinking;
The pansies seemed to nod.
Just look round about you
And you’ll see the hand of God.
 
Margaret Durant