PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

One day, a traveler on his trek, along the way

Came upon a garden, where a maiden was aplay



He saw the young woman kneeling near a small plant

He stopped near a marble bench and sat down thereat



And then came two small robins from an old gum tree

Landing in the thick green grass, for to the man, they came to sing



A song of Anamika's garden, a place that once was bare

They sung of a woman with long dark hair



At first they began to sing and their voice was very low

They shrilled about the work of one, since so long ago



And their voices rose slightly as they continued their song

Of how this young maiden had worked for so long



She wanted a green garden from a barren field

Working very hard, to sow, and to till



Hauling many plants from a nearby nursery

Blooming colors like rainbows, fanciful and flowery



Bringing in plants, poppys galore

Red, yellow, blue and many more



They sung of the success of the work of her hands

Of the rows of flowers, of the columns, and bands



Of the beauitiful rose bushes bright and free

Of the yellow field of daisys running around some trees



Of how all her friends envied her place

Of the lushness and fullness of her fine taste



And on and on the birds continued to sing

About her accomplishments, they tweeted with a ring



But their song changed, almost in the middle of a note

And included some sadness, sounding almost like a quote



Anamika's garden was divine, but it did not bring her cheer

Lonliness and gloominess, it brought sadness and fear



How could such beauty bring such sorrow and woe

The birds continued as they hopped near his toe



Then a rusling breeze brought a fragrance unknown

To the woman that was sad, who sorrowed and moaned



The robins lifted up their voices again

With a new joy of fresh hope it did send



A overwelming exotic fragrance floated thru

Sending shivers jaggling down her spine anew



Running to her flowers searching very ernestly

For something new, something she had yet to see



Then the robins fluttered into the air, singing loudly and joyfully

For the woman found a weed she had missed while gardening



A tiny little flower looking like a shineing star

Had brought her joy with its fragrace from afar



This little flower for which she did not labor

By far brought more happiness, more thrill, more flavor



The birds kept singing as they flew away

Of the woman, and her joy, she now has today



The man looked to the maiden, just to see

The face of the one, of whom the birds did sing



He could not see, but the side of her face

And did make out a sweet smile of grace



The man knew the woman had now been set free

And the birds glided back to the old gum tree