6 result(s) for Mary’s Garden Poems.
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Shade of Dreams
In Mary's garden, under the boughs,
An old tree whispers, a secret it plows.
With roots deep in stories, its leaves softly sway,
It wraps gentle shadows where dreamers can play.
Each summer's warm breath, on its bark it will kiss,
Inviting tired souls to partake of its bliss.
The world fades away, time ceases to roam,
In the hush of its shelter, they find a sweet home.
So linger awhile, let your heart fall at ease,
Among the old branches, dance with the breeze.
For when daylight shimmers, and soft twilight gleams,
The old tree still stands, holding all of our dreams.
Laughter in the Garden
In Mary's garden, sunbeams play,
A symphony of blooms in bright array,
Among the petals, soft and free,
A child's laughter dances, wild with glee.
Butterflies flutter, where joy takes flight,
Echoing giggles in the warm daylight,
The daisies sway, in rhythm they sway,
While whispers of happiness linger and stay.
Beneath the trees, a treasure found,
Each joyous chuckle, a sweetened sound,
Together they bloom, love's gentle art,
In the garden of dreams, where laughter imparts.
Moonlit Whispers
In Mary's garden where dreams entwine,
Silent moonlight casts a silver shine.
Petals whisper secrets to the cool night air,
As shadows dance softly, without a care.
Lilies and roses, in slumber they sway,
Cradled by twilight, they drift away.
Stars peek through branches, a celestial bloom,
While crickets play softly, dispelling the gloom.
Each blossom unfolds a story, a sigh,
Beneath the still heavens where night breezes sigh.
In this tranquil haven, where time can’t confine,
Mary’s garden breathes love, in moonlight divine.
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Whispers in Mary’s Garden
In Mary's garden, colors bright,
Butterflies dance in morning light.
With wings of lace, they flit and play,
Weaving stories of joy each day.
They sip from blooms, sweet nectar's grace,
In gentle rhythms, they find their place.
A tapestry spun, in whispers so sweet,
Where laughter and nature gracefully meet.
Each flutter a tale, a secret to share,
Of joyful hearts and dreams laid bare.
In the garden's embrace, life takes flight,
With butterflies weaving their tales of delight.
Whispers Beneath the Soil
In Mary’s garden where secrets dwell,
Roots intertwine in a silent spell.
Buried stories, lost to time,
Whisper softly in earthy rhyme.
Petals sway to a gentle breeze,
Hold the laughter of honeybees.
Each bloom a tale, each thorn a fear,
A tapestry woven, tender and sheer.
Beneath the blooms, in the twilight's glow,
Lies a world where the old roots grow.
Silent confessions in shadows hide,
In Mary’s garden, dreams abide.
Whispers in Mary’s Garden
In Mary's garden, where wildflowers sigh,
The whispers of wind weave stories up high.
Petals unfold with each gentle breeze,
As secrets of nature dance through the trees.
Lilies and roses in vibrant array,
Painted by sunlight in soft, golden sway.
Butterflies flutter on whispers of air,
Every blooming heart beats with delicate care.
Among emerald leaves, in soft twilight's glow,
The symphony swells, as if time moves slow.
Mary leans in, with a smile so sweet,
Listening close to the garden’s heartbeat.
