| Here houses a Garden Green in my home;
Designed by mom & the touch of unseen hand;
Where Chemist Nature busies himself on soil & shoots; A lushly green, blossom of blue, brown, red & white; An existence, that’s joy& happiness, a merry go round.
Amongst many, a bloom seems divine, an eyes delight;
Its patience and persistence second to none;
Remember me being eleven; it stood a lonesome wild cactus stalk; Wondered what idle lousy cycle he fulfilled;
At last, it did bud, calendar nodding I was twelve.
News broke we had flowered, it was summer twenty-twenty;
Twenty-twenty read the clock, our gaze pinned as beauty unfolded;
A dozen & two did eye, lucky me to spot & click;
Luminous white in bloomy phase tore into the intensity of night;
As fragrance fill’d the air, alarmed bats and moths hovered around to smell the elusive scent;
A life that is a measure of hours, whose dawn is at dusk, wilts by dawn;
Can one decipher its exhibits: jocund, unparallel patience, mammoth flowering yet so short-lived? And I was told to look for wisdom in books;
Me neither Frost nor Wordsworth to pen it best;
But here’s my kingly effort to the Queen of Night.