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From it's spiny, ivy crocodile leaves
The soft lilac trumpets calmly lie
I take a moment to admire the cream bell
That's has been sprinkled in yellow dye.
The butterflies momentarily flutter by
I gently handle its idyllic slide
And touch the pistons of rootless pleasure
That I feel in the garden outside.
Since it's true concerto is in it's beauty
Blown by the mouthpieces of above
As it plays to me the enchantments of nature
Which is heard in the passing Fox Glove.
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This is quite lovely I enjoyed the imagery and "enchanting" lyric. There are a few minor typos you may want to fix ie. "it's - its" "'butterflies - butterfly" "that's has been sprinkled - that has been sprinkled". I don't pay attention to those as far as allowing them to distract from the poem - I am sure if one went over my work with a fine tooth comb there would be similar small details needing of polish. -Leah
