Come sit with me
In the garden of my past
We can tell each other
Of trees and grass
It is scented and perfumed
Of rain and life
Its warm and cool
With shade and sunlight
And birds will join us
Singing their thoughts
Of fields and flowers and
Memories breezes have brought
I will take your hand
And read of your life
In a way no one else can
We can lose our strife
And take our time
Because this garden is timeless
Its what we must do
For a garden is distinct
And will not tolerate rushing fools
Nor the unobservant too
Thank you so much Bernard...Your comments are indeed appreciated, Cheers, Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happiness when raining? hard to explain, you have written a very good poem on the subject, Geoffrey.
Thank you John. We are spoilt here in the tropics..It is always warm when it rains and I like that my friend. Cheers, Geoffrey.