Jasmine, lavender, peach, rosemary,
Scents inviting one to perhaps tarry;
The garden invites with blossoms this spring,
The ladybug lights with the promise of things.
Nectarine, Fig, and apple in bloom,
Fragrances waft into my lonely dark room.
Honeysuckle vines climb up on the walls
Of a secret garden where waterfalls call
Inviting the fairies, the moths and the bees,
The garden is lush with visitors, these.
And here in this solitary green quiet place,
I kneel in the grass and in thanks, I say grace.
–Sandra Lee Smith
Originally written April, 2008/updated April 2018