Verbal Flowers, words that bloom,
And enrapture with their tune,
Perfumed Roses fill the space,
Colors mauve, yellow and red,
Filled with rhyme, rhythm and grace,
What more could you want instead?
Poems growing in the sun,
Beauty flowing, never done,
Feelings, songs that must be sung,
Music, Flowers, All is right,
Dreams can still be had tonight.
Sandra Feldman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-enchanted-garden/
