• In the Garden,
    Is my favorite flower.
    And I won't tell you,
    Whether it smells sweet,
    or sour.

    In the Garden,
    Children play.
    Are they young?
    Are they old? again,
    I won't say.

    In the garden,
    Butterflys and Bees
    frolick in the trees.
    I'm just glad there are no flees.

    In the Garden,
    Guess what I see?
    I'll give you a hint:
    one of the thing there was me.

    In the Garden,
    there are many many things.
    if you sit still,
    its easy to pretend you have wings.

    The garden is a wonderful place.
    And i'm proud to announce,
    that this poem, every ounce
    is only in my dreams,
    or so it seems.....
    A poem by me xD