As she walked through her garden this morning,
She touched a daffodil,
She said, "Good morning" to the zinnias,
And the lilies on the hill.
She stopped to smell a rose,
And said to her heart "Be still,"
She listened to the frogs and crickets,
And a bird's whistling trill.
She talked to the flowers one by one,
As she passed them on her way,
They seemed to smile with colors aglow,
To brighten up her day.
As she admires her garden,
With colors amass on the land,
She felt that she was not alone,
Love was holding to her hand.