Halls of the Dark Muse

Garden

My sanctuary alas is found
where colors dance within the light
among fresh greens and a gentle breeze
wind and the birds the only sound

Their whispering twitters resound
such peace as a dream in the night
to walk among age old stoic trees
where one might find dryads still bound

Flowers bursting in color renowned
a scent of fresh rain gives delight
heavenly the humming of bees
walking barefoot upon the ground

Here a fairy queen may have been crowned
a humming bird takes sudden flight
such glorious wonders the eye sees
the vibrance of life is abound.