A Special Place
The brightest sun ~ the softest shade...
This is where my thoughts are made...
A small stone bridge ~ a clean, clear stream...
This is where I come to dream.
Where butterflies speak to summer flowers,
And birds chatter freely from lofty bowers...
From the soft green grass at the water's edge,
To the deep cool forest beyond the hedge...
This is where my heart feels free...
This is where I come to be me.
© Whisper
My Garden
I sat in my garden admiring the flowers...
Each one unique with a story to tell.
I watched and I listened for so many hours,
Trying to learn what they teach us so well.
Some need more sunlight - others need shade...
All bloom in their own time and way...
But each one is lovely and something God made...
I saw "you" in my garden today.
Some are quite simple - when open, show all...
Some keep their petals quite tight.
Some open early and laugh through the day,
While others smile only at night.
Some are quite fragrant while others more subtle...
But each one sweetens my way.
All are quite special and something God made...
I saw "you" in my garden today.
Folks call me a "dreamer" - others say "maybe"...
It matters not what they say...
But if you are a "Rose" - don't scoff at the "Daisy"...
Each blooms in its own special way.
© Whisper
The next page has 'freebies' from the Castle Garden...
including some Flowers, Fairies, and Butterflies.
Please feel free to gather some goodies for youself!
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