The Garden - Poem by Liya Binoy
The Garden
Freshly mowed grass, silently sways,
Whilst black birds and bluebirds run around on the ground
And fly high in the sky,
Calling and tweeting for each other,
Like people communicating across the streets
Rose bushes and lilac coloured flowers,
Are everywhere.
Their sweet scents attract anthophilas, so,
Bees swarm around them, collecting pollen
And buzzing around the area
Beside me is a grape vine,
Prickly green leaves, with flowers yet to blossom
As the grapes are still hidden away
And the plant gets taller, whilst it spreads along the brick wall
The breeze gently blows among the flowers,
Then their leaves begin to rustle in the wind
As a plane flies over in the cloudy, blue sky,
Like a boat slowly drifting across a soundless lake
The glittering sun is blinding
As it repeatedly dulls itself and comes back,
As if it is a flickering candle
The light is like a ghost
So calm and silent,
Only birds can be heard,
As they fly from tree to tree
And the clouds keep moving anti-clockwise,
But in fact, we’re just moving clockwise.
By Liya Binoy