In The Garden

Can't the gardens be my friend?

graceful trees, comforting, peaceful;

the flowers bright and cheery

 

Birds that fly just below the blue sky;

cooing doves, the water, the woods?

 

(and chirping children of the neighborhood,

fraternal with the downy ducklings)

 

Naturally happy, easily,

in the company of these,

I feel freer.

 

I respect them as well as

they don't seem to mind me

 

Singing poetry aloud.