Velvet garden

The wind told me

Of a picturesque serenity

One of the many gardens, frozen in time

With light winds flowing in lucidity

Recall the images

Of butterflies

Flying in the velvet of ages

With no worries of such ties

Butterflies and flowers

Tending to their kin and color

To each, they shine and glitter

Passing all light in a play of valor

Bedazzling indeed is the sight

Mesmerizing but yet fragile indeed

The soft glass of tranquility

Held in a dream

That the wind whispers.