In my garden…I can be free
On my knees and in the grass
Beads of sweat dripping from my forehead
The smell of roses tickle the tip of my nose
Bees buzzing about the daisies
The smell of rain is on the horizon
The clouds race across the sky
I tilt my head back and close my eyes
I feel a slight breeze blow across my face
Suddenly the rain begins to bubble up
about my face
A bolt of lightening brightens up the place
I have to stop for now and rush inside
No need to bathe in the grey lit sky
In my garden…I can be free
In My Garden…I Can Be Free©
Copyright 2014
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 