Peaceful and quiet.
A sea of red roses.
Scarlet and fierce.
Delicate and beautiful
And also deadly and ferocious
It's thorns await for your incredulous fingers.
Pure beauty.
The wind caresses it's leaves
They dance along its sweet melody.
Sun rays bathing every delicate surface.
Soft light reaching every corner.
The garden acquiring a glowy quality.
Full of life.
Nothing's motionless.
Rich and earthy fragrance
Every single smell combined in one.
Water flowing
The ground's essence hovers around my nose.
Everything is in its place.
Where its supposed to be.

*Nature is poetry.