Kaleidoscope II ~ Garden

GARDEN Such a place is wrought with beauty, It tugs at the veins and the feathers of this life, From the muddy banks and skies where wild animals emerge at night. To stare death in the face is to touch a plant in passing, Or to wonder through in bliss. Is one visit to this garden worth eternity and more? Is to come upon the vivid petals, pistils and pollen ~ of lapis lazuli and marine blue, Or to see the greens of deeper jade that could contend with grass flute blades, Or reds with depth ~ crimson, sapphire and illusions permanent and fleeting, The gems by rocks that listen, Plants that watch but change by day; The rose garden that is fading. From its roots ~ to blues and greys. And in the night the tiger wags its teeth. Its eyes in flame, And claws too long were clean of meat, And knows tomorrow comes, The morning does make new again, All the prophets of the garden and its friends. When such a place is bound by honor, When it is a gate to the very end, If one was to pass it, It should be like this, Quiet containment ~ in Paradise my friend.