The softest notes of nightingale,
...as gentle breath of dawn,
Float in whisper on night's breeze,
...'mid songs of heaven's spawn.
How sweet the music of the heart,
...doth echo truer far,
Than madrigal's of Muses fair,
...sang from a distant star.
Not a harp, nor zephyr heard,
...when dream of scented Rose,
But softest note of nightingale,
...as bloom in my heart grows.
Mike a wonderful poem, beautiful. I can smell the roses through the screen like those scratch and sniff stickers only much better. homer says "ummmm rose fresh"
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent"