My mind, it is a canvas
I paint, not with a brush, but with my words
I may be describing my beautiful garden
Or the vivid colors of the birds

Only a glimpse do you see through my writing
Of the reality that everyday I see
But know that all that I write about
Comes from the heart and soul of me

It doesn't matter what it is I am writing
You will see the image right from my eyes
I'm hoping all the poems about my garden
Bring the beauty right before your eyes

From the colors I describe in my flowers
To the fairies roaming through my garden bed
And the dew that glistens like diamonds
As a spiral around the spider's web

I just hope that I paint a real picture
That I take you on a journey of delight
And I hope that the images I portray to you
Will stay with you throughout the day and night