My Garden Fee
Lisping long, stuttering with the blink to the sky, Woe, my heart, I was able to catch the smile, the lasting way of joy, when the old find interest. She turned, offering the short blemish, no shame, nothing hidden, only the freedom of a long moment, rejoicing her way. Oh, the garden did fade, colors blending, weaving a dramatic background. She knowing or not, the star of the moment, enjoyed her triumph of the seconds stretching. This my eyes seized, arrested to the freeing sight, will not leave, no matter the might, of the other distraction. The wonder of existence, granted this short, instant, wave of giving light. Will last throughout the lasting memory, Art of ever giving, the true method of life.