The Garden Poem

As I walk into my backyard I see the blazing hot sun,

the light brightly shining in my eyes,

I am already having so much fun

and then I sigh.

I hear the silently chirping birds.

As soon as I sat down, I felt the cold, wet, freshly cut grass

brushing against my skin like something slithery.

When I was sitting there, I heard something unusual,

just then I spotted yellow and black buzzing bees

hovering amongst the shaded tree with no sunlight peeking in.

As I'm sheltered from the heat,

looking up I see the tall and lofty palm trees

calmly moving in the breeze.

Looking further I spot a gruesome group of grasshoppers. 

A blasting gust of wind hits me with ease,

I'm huddled under the branches and the leaves 

I'm about to freeze. 

The bright pale yellow sun is slowly vanishing behind the clouds.

No more light is blinding my sight.

I stand up, brushing the twigs and dirt off myself with a sigh, 

giving the trunk a tight, warm hug goodbye. 

Then it’s time to bid farewell to the starry night sky.

I am as sorrowful as when rain falls down from the gloomy miserable sky.

But when I'm leaving

I think about how I’ll come here tomorrow and see it again,

the beautiful evening sky 

and now is my final bye.