Dancing in the breeze and mid-day sun,

To a silent verse without a tongue.

A chorus of Dahlias form a floral parade,

An undulating vibrant cascade.

 

Orange and reds, through to pinks and creams,

A vivid synaesthesia symphony daydream.

They lift their heads in a colourful array,

Dazzling the autumn clouds away.

 

While in me a soft note begins to thrum,

Keeping time, a clear rhythmic drum.

Filling the recesses of my mind,

With a joy and a peace, I’ve longed to find.

 

It sings of hope, it sings of grace,

A comforting, familiar place.

The very music that the garden sings,

Vibrating within me, through my heart and it’s strings.