to seach the mind to relax the soul,
open the gate to the wonder of the growth,
around,
gather foxglove thisttle or the weeds,
look the roses are blue the daisies,
are red,
the birds are flying happy in the sky,
of silky white,
the sound that skip around my heart,
allow the senses glow so bright,
the senses flickers with the scent,
of wild golden buttercups and oranges,
to the picture the outside world through the,
tinted glass of the serect garden of love,
and hope
Sharron Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-foxglove/
