Ruth Wallace
The glory found in gardens lies in more than meets the eye-
The scent of rose and lilac rises from earth to heaven's sky;
A chirping sparrow joins the song of the meadowlark and wren,
Soft whirring of the hummingbird,
and winds sighing in the glen.
The ladybug, the butterfly,
the furry bumblebee-
Release our minds to soar again
o'er earth, and sky and sea;
Dew's dampness, touching senses,
leaves wet pearls upon the lawn;
New fragrances of summer
bring fresh blown winds at dawn.
As colors brighten gardens,
hues of red and blue and green-
They echo nature's wonders
in rainbow's varied gleam;
Within the city's madness
gardens hold a special place-
Renewing soul and spirit
with a touch of country grace.
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