The Garden

By Esther Maria Aby

The Garden may not be just

As a bunch of flowers which

Need to be plucked

For that may how

Others see, But

For one sees Harmony .

The flowers who bloomed 

Just as such with the summer

Who came with the burning Sun,

The music created by the

Buzzing Bees, waiting 

To be fed by the flowers who are free.

The flowing water 

From the fountain,

Waiting to finish the

Thirst of our friends,

For our birds who

Came from the sky,

Down to the falling drops

Of the water.

For our Garden which is

Home for not just

One , but of many 

Animals , not alone.

By Esther Maria Aby