Garden
There is a garden gathered by,
lovely trees some shaking, shy…
blowing breeze embarrasses them,
welcome note to every came.

Chirping bird some lovely song,
sharing joy n melody among,
trees bearing yellow flowers….
Red - n - Purple….Green..

Some are wrestling, some give bower
sharing a feeling clean…

Children running at their play,
like little buds in all their gay.
Such is the garden dear my friends!
Where I do come every day.