Live in a Garden

Live in a Garden

I want to sit and feel the sun on my face,

Live in the garden as a peony,

Float on the air as a dandelion seed,

Spit by the wind over ponds and rivers.

The thought of this sends a solitary shiver down my spine.

I want to hear the call of the birds,

Their song soft and unintrusive,

Like a soft peck on the cheek.

My day is complete.