The Garden

The sun shimmered through the branches

Four-leaf clover, what are the chances!

The wind whistled wildly while the willow trees whined

The sun shone

Minutes felt like forever

The trees sneered, whatever

The wind moved as lazily as a father

It was an honour

The minutes are years

It is clear

The wind whistled through the leaves

Can you believe?

Crunch as I stepped one step at a time

It was mine        

Tweet birds were chirping like a choir

It is beautiful, if not you are a liar

The room was full of wild wind and wacky laughter

As the evening ended the sun glimmered on the water