My Garden

When I’m in the garden I taste fresh air. 

I touch damp, brown soil.

I see leaves flying gracefully to the ground.

I hear wind flowing.

I smell greenery. 

Swish. Swish. 

The flowers fling seeds making new plants.

Green grass and great trees living in the wind. 

The moss is like mini jungles.

The flower softly waking in the breeze.