I sat in my garden, late on Sunday night, the tempreture
was high as the swallows made there fly, small bats came
from nowhere, they were joint with the flare of a wonderful
summers evening that I too can declare.The smell of the jasmin,
lilly, and the rose; my whole life was forgoten, but my passion rose.,
for the beauty of wildlife which was there at my toes.
Marsh frogs that came from out of the blue,
this was so beautiful I could hardly belive it was true.
With a glass of wine in my hand, I felt as if I owened all the land.
If I was to go to Heaven tomorrow, then I would truely
have no sorrow; because I have seen the world
at its best, it's an experence that is a cut above the rest.
Life cannot be better when life is wild and free so please
keep that axe well away from the tree.
We can all find a life with passion for the green,
but if we abide by it, that remains to be seen.
God bless you all. Sylvie

sylvia spencer

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