The Garden
The garden glistens in the sun,
As the bees hum, conducted,
By nodding hyacinth heads,
A lazy display of dancing colour.
Water, given up by sprinklers,
Cascades in a shower of diamonds,
Absorbed by glossy grass,
Greedy for moisture and mowing.
A rainbow arcs, caught,
In water and suspended,
Helpless and colourful,
Brilliantly lit, yet momentary.
Fascinatingly fragile,
A web of light,
Spinned by the sun,
In the blink of an eye.
