My Small Paradise

These days I love to spend time relaxing in my small garden. Our summer comes and goes before we realize it. That's why every single day is precious. In this poem I'd like to share some of the thoughts I have while unwinding after a long day.

The dove-like breeze, on its

travels

strokes its path over closed

eyelids

rustling of leaves from swaying

trees

sings melodies of old songs to attentive

ears

sensuous scent of summer from fully-blossomed

roses

penetrates its way through deep-breathing

nostrils

The humming bee announces his strepitious

presence

on his frantic flight in search of precious

nectar

sun rays laugh a mountain of

smiles

on tired limbs, tingling sleeping skin

awake

and evoking warm thoughts of dear ones

near and far

heavy eyelids struggle open in time to catch

sight

of fluttering butterflies in their playful

flight

closing again to savour the symphony of twittering

feathered friends