the garden of fruit trees

The garden of fruit trees

Standing high to the light

The brilliant rays of sun

The blended colors to the eyes

Here walk the gardener

Walking along admiring her craft

Cleverly planted arranged in rows

With shadows flicking by the lights

The slow walk to admire her handiworks

The years she has put in her time and efforts

She can hear the whisper of the leaves

Making her smile feeling the goodness in her mind

The time of celebration

The time to admire her works

In the garden of shadows

The nature abounds with goodness

The gardener walks

Feeling the fresh air of nature

Telling her its soft whispers

As she walks in her garden of fruit trees