Garden

When I sit alone at dark or dawn I gaze the beauty of the flower You planted in my garden Its shy presence enhances Not only my nose or eyes But restores my five senses With the touch of it I feel the essence of divine My imagination goes wild With the presence of it Like the bees and butterflies I drop my thoughts Share my secrets To ear of the flower I whisper my hope I breathe my dreams On the growth of every petals The soil is so kind I see the flash of smile on the harvest The voice of god I listen in the kiss of the sun The child in me Dances along with the wind But I know as a gardener No two days And no two gardens Have the same weather On a very fateful night Comes a frost And does a great damage to my flower garden On the curves of shadow And many grey areas Which I yet to recover