Enchanted Garden

My dream of walking barefoot upon a sea of grass
I didnít want to wake, I wanted to make this last
This garden seemed so different every where I looked
They hid their smiling faces in every little nook
These beautiful flowers smiled, and even seemed to chatter
I bent my head down to their faces, and it surely didnít matter
Because by the time I got there it was a bit too late
They knew what I was up too, and all they did was wait
Humming birds were everywhere so gently in their grace
They seemed to understand the flowers, and new their place
There is a language between the birds, bees and flowers
We are human and donít really listen not even when it showers
Now I seemed to toss and turn in my sleep I felt like I was walking
My husband rose and shook me to tell me I was talking

© Joyce Ann Geyer
Fantasy Dreams in Spring 2005

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

Psalm 90:14



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