That Garden is fill’d With buds and roses Growing generously In beauty and care Breathing love rare.

The ladybird’s wings May become fragile Yet she does feel The deep, intense love In her heart.

A pretty quiet early morning... Blessings coming with a fresh bree… Lasting beyond this mild sunny day Amid noble thoughts, some concerns… Fond memories, eternal reveries!

Signs of true love Tender, pure like a dove They’re nurturing today And for good they’ll stay. Some glittering past

Dwelling in the realms of verse Protected by God’s Mercy Love speaks in a way diverse. It pays homage to courage, Inner strength, soul pilgrimage!

At dawn, when we suddenly awake, We feel the innocence of Blake. As the day unfolds, on struggling… There comes reflection, like roads… Upon reading stories of woe

Birds fluttering their wings aroun… Quickly descend onto this ground To comfort an exhausted silent Be… That’s deprived of that blossoming… The little birds encircle the Bee

A poem is something We truly believe in. It may be... A struggle for the mind For the heart a comfort

From green to yellow Singing tunes so mellow They’re falling down the ground Spreading music around. They’ve relished the Summer days

A feeling of nostalgia Seems to stay Overwhelmingly A flash of sweet melody Brightens the day

For a while she paused Out of awe, her eyes closed Journeying across miles Cherishing lovely smiles. Her mind lingered on...

One feels one dies... before dying One undergoes pain in this living One feels the dream fades away Yet one believes in a unique Ener… That proves one isn’t astray.

Beholding that nice bouquet We cheerfully recall the day Of a sweet gift of purity Left for the Eternity. Watered with great care