The Garden Poem by Justin Reamer

The Sun shines upon the land,
Shining with its great rays,
The light goes upon the sand,
As it goes upon the bays,
The flowers open their petals,
Showing off their beauty,
The animals begin to settle,
As a slacker does his duty,
The garden is so quiet,
As it sways against the bay,
The lake undoes all riots,
Each and every day.
And there is the quiet presence,
That is greater than any frankincense.