"Garden"

A Poem for Taurus Time from the Perspective of a Contented Baby

Garden

by Jane Murphy

Soft is the fleece in the nest that enfolds me.
Smooth is the wood of the cradle that holds me.
Warm is the fur of the friend at my side.
Here in the garden I snugly abide.

Wonderful fragrances waft on the breeze.
Blossoms are blooming on stems and in trees.
Everything precious is certainly near.
All I could want is available here.

I savor the flavor of things in my grip.
The sweetest is milk from the breast at my lip.
How soothing the hum of the bees in the glade!
How blissful the song of the birds’ serenade!

Rainbows of color appear to my sight.
Faces all smiling with love and delight.
Mine is the treasure of Nature’s domain.
Here in Her garden I’m pleased to remain.

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