in Denver Botanic Garden

I sit in a garden

A long way from home,

And listen in the silence.

Children’s shrieks of laughter

Waft from the far side,

Whilst I sit in the silence.

A humming bird flits from

Flower to flower

As I watch in the silence.

All around me life grows

Green and red and blue,

As I wait in the silence.

Life takes time, won’t be rushed,

Cannot be contained;

Does its work in the silence.

So if I sit and watch

And wait and listen

Will I grow in the silence



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