Lily of the valley flowering in
With stems 15 centimeters long with two leaves
of flowering white Tepals with a sweet fragrance of spring.
Blooming in late summer.
The sight and smell is so breathtaking.
With the fruit of orange-red berries that takes the
imagination of wishful singing.
Like a sunset in the evening until the morning sunrise.
I continue to dream.
While around the corner are Gardenias of beautiful
radiance, while the Iris’s explode with life of
anything I could ever believe.
As the Parrot Tulips are blooming with the beauty of an Irish
While I sit and look, I pet my loved and beautiful
Pekingese Joffrey, of brown and soft white setting,
as my mind floats off to a figure skating ring of fuchsia
As I love flowers like Peonies.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
There, engulfing my mind of a soldier in uniform
of kindness opening the door of my heart.
I’m set in a place of dark purple bearded Iris, with honeysuckle
radiating within my being.
As I tend to drift off to a Giants game as Humphrey Bogart
is crying in Casablanca.
I can’t help to wonder the chivalry that is in front
Like the love of arts of a man with rhythm singing in
This is all new to me, as a rag is turned into a
Rosette, that brings hope to me, as to laugh, it doesn’t
matter, if the laugh is at me.
I’m stuck in a beautiful place like the sound of Angel’s
How can I be so lucky to be in a place so serene?
It must be a gift from God to allow such a feeling
I am so grateful and blessed to be in a place so
loving and giving.
Like the stars above or the sea to see, its an all
new beginning to me.