The butterfly went on to fly. I stood still to watch as it went by. My eyes followed with longing thought; That it would come back in my garden nook.

Spring fills the garden with scented mirth. Its fragrant beauty charms the earth. Life is mystery no man discerns; How God of wisdom make us learn Of knowledge that comes from a humble seed.

Poetry is one piece of my creative thought embedded by my mother at a young age by her love of arts including music.

Nothing can beat life than having a pure clean heart, honest thought, good intentions, peace of mind, contentment, love, gratitude and faith.

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?