There is no poverty in the garden,
flamboyant colours
and lush green gloat in their perfection.
Regimented daffodils,
schoolgirls in uniform,
struggle to stand still as they wait
for the Queen to drive sedately by.
There is no modesty in the garden,
pink tulips with frills
in silky lingerie laze in the bedding,
seductive scents of jasmine,
sparkling raindrop jewels,
soaring songs of blackbirds
steal the senses.
Tight buds of apple blossom
wait to open wide and stun with beauty
when the sun warms the earth.
Leave your problems by the gate,
even though the glare of colour
taunts your dull grey coat.
You are welcome here
to let the sun light your face.
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