Pleasure of her garden
Peace she finds right there
Fragrance fills her senses
Such love is in the air

Walk she takes so special
Alone yet not alone
Blades of grass now beckon
Such comfort as she roams

Velvet fills her hands now
With love her sweet bouquet
Flowers seems so happy
When she comes their way

Petals seem to reach up
Flowing in a breeze
Smile she wears unending
Her touch will always please

Peaceful time upon her
With joy that never ends
Path of garden leads her
To whisper soft Amen

Path of nature glistens
Her heart filled with delight
Even when she's sleeping
Sweet fragrance fills the night.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
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