When I awake from peaceful dreams,
and shuffle from my slumber,
I wander through the garden greens,
and praise all nature's wonder.
Do sunflowers sleep at night,
or bow their heads in prayer?
Do dragonflies enhance their flight,
or use petals as their lair?
When I lay down to peaceful dreams,
I never need to wonder.
My garden is as stunning as it seems
in morning as in my slumber.
