My Garden of dreams

My Garden of dreams
A garden of pleasure
Displays a creation of dreams Individual beauty
Placed together at the seam’s.

Hedges, are arm’s to embrace
And offer shelter from all harm
A lean to, for the not quite sure
As happiness, brings calm.

Roses offering more than love
From a bud a flower unfolds
A bouquet or a single stem
To the heart that your love holds.

Sweetpeas bringing gentleness
With a heavenly scent to share
Insists that you must cut them
And give to show you care.

Daisies are a little wild
Wave in a gentle breeze
A yellow centre sun
White petals, sway and tease.

Hydrangea standing very proud
Always there to guard
Cut or left to dry
From a mansion, or small backyard.

The fuchsia’s arms reach out
With a decoration of red bells
They look like dancing ladies
Different stories they all tell.

Bedding plants are smiling
Brightly coloured giving light
They always look so happy
Knowing it’s a short life.

I’m not forgetting the fruits
Apple’s and Victoria plums
Put together in a crumble
Adding inches on your tum.

So my garden of pleasure
That’s all joined at the seam’s
Gives individual beauty
From a garden of dreams.