Bunches of red, contrasting with greens of leaves.
Little flower umbrellas, sheltering insects from grieves.
Cool September breeze, giving respite from the heat.
Making flowers blossom, getting ready for Autumn greet.
Veteran leaves turning yellow, saying goodbyes ready to let go.
Magic of Autumn hiding within each fold, forests waiting to transform in motion slow.
Brilliant white surfaces when washed with rain water.
With just a hint of yellow to break the monotony.
Facing ,turning towards the Sun.
Soaking up the warmth after a wet humid spree.
Dragon fly resting peacefully, unaware of the beauty around it.
Green leaves, waiting for their turn to take center stage.
I am visited by butterflies, when I walk into the garden.
Yellow butterflies flying off little yellow flowers as if the whole bunch just grew wings.
Urging me to raise my arms to touch them but in vain.
I am visited by a tiny 🐦bird, when I walk into the garden.
Little black bird residing on the tall green bamboo🎍, chirping as if the bamboo found its voice.
Startling me everytime it flies away.
I am visited by ants 🐜🐜🐜, when I walk into the garden.
Tiny red ones, building anthill in a quiet corner as if the garden were their kingdom, protecting them from rain.
Stinging me, sending shivers up my spine as soon as I step on the grass.
I am visited by strange small white frogs🐸, when I visit the garden.
Jumping to hide in the hedge, making it shake as if the hedge acquired dancing feet.
Making me jump back, petrified their predators🐍 may follow soon.
I am visited by droplets of water falling down from wet leaves.
Creepers bowing, shaking off their flowers on me, greeting me in the mornings.
Reminding me I am alive and awake, when I visit my garden.