My Backyard

The warmth kisses their faces,

Blooming - flourishing, a new day.

Music, flying through the air,

An early morning carol.

The unrestrained breeze roams,

While flowers dance in the wind.

Trees swaying, whispering secrets

To the wild open air.

A symphony of colours, 

The perfect balance for a sight.

A perfect canvas, just for me,

My backyard.