I lie upon a cool green bed,
A tuft of clover at my head.
A sheet of sunshine covers me,
Shadowed by leaf tracery.
The water from the garden hose
Becomes a little brook that flows.
Wilted daisies nod my way
A "thank you" for the drink today.
Three sparrows in the willow tree
Blend into a melody.
A robin views me with surprise
As I barely touch two butterflies.
I did not know I had a date
With God beyond the garden gate.
No longer do I seem to be
An isolated etity.
by Mary D. Brenner
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