Beauties of My Garden
BEAUTIES OF MY GARDEN
Many pretty things I have seen,
As magnificent they may seem,
With the aoura of pride and strength,
The strength that covers its faded part,
But none caught my fancy like the beauties of my garden.
The morning came with the yellow face coming out of the horizon beaming with smiles,
Giving all creatures hope of life,
The beauties of my garden welcomed the yellow fellow with broad hands,
As their faces turned wide,
And their young ones fondles out of their buds,
Beauties of gladness and happiness,
Beauties of everlasting glamor and joy,
How pretty thou art.
Beauties so tender like infants,
The mild wind swaying them to and fro,
With their colors being like the rainbow,
Sweet whispers of love from the whispering spine,
And the sensation tickled my spine,
I was in the dreamland of love.
I sought of a gift for my beloved,
The beloved of my heart,
Towards my garden I looked,
Alas! I got a glimpse of the most precious of them all,
Plucked it out with its stalk,
''I know within myself what she likes''
As I smiled and walked happily towards her house,
Holding the beauty of my garden.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019, 13TH JAN
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