Walk through the gate there
and see so many flowers in bloom.
Stroll the well worn path
and hear bird songs.
Orchids grow by creek
with foot-bridge over waters.
At dusk, in Spring,
you can hear hooting owl.
Loop pathway,
winds back to thick fir and evergreens.
A small meadow
full of fireflies at night and cricket song.
Nature plays nocturne
for me to sleep by night.
A rhapsody
and reverie by day if I listen.
Walk through the gate,
never know what loveliness await.
I sit all alone,
but never long lonesome.
Sunset so colourful,
like Sunrise.
To share this would
be only paradise complete.
Walk through the gate there
and see many flowers in bloom.
Perpetual bloom.

*Тадеус