Beneath the soil a beauty lies
Born of neglect sown by a love
For nature’s touch upon the soul
Of fauna’s mingling hug of flora
Where nettles wind their stinging leafs
In neighbourhoods with dandelion wisps
Drifting in golden skies and windy
Cites shadowing friendly towns
On the road to blessed villages
Where the pollen feeds the honeybees
Desire to create the earths pure taste
And the webs of spiders draw painted
Designs for flies to rest unsuspecting
For life to pass and the circle to replenish
In the glow of the suns breakfast gift
To evaporate the sweet dew upon the
Green blades where caterpillars chew
The wild garden holds the silence
I crave to enjoy reflecting the internal
Peace awarded to me by my return to
The inherent quietness of a silent youth
(C) frank mcgivney