I love to walk the garden grounds
When my footprints leave a path
Across the dewy grass.
I hear the jays and mockingbirds
Proclaim their raucous songs
While doves add a gentle mourn.
I walk among the roses thinking,
A rose is like a summer smile
That greets my eyes with love.
Flowers, shrubs, and trees are homes
To moths and bees that draw my eyes
To watch them at their work.
When I am gone and walk no more
Around this garden way,
My memories will be my eyes and ears.