An Evening Hour

It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,

The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.

So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,

Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.

Getting up from my chair, I thought I'd take a stride

Then there was a bumble bee that suddenly came by my side.

There was a kind of music as the bee flapped its wing,

Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.

Walking little further, I spotted a butterfly

Which was hovering over the flowers and then soaring high

And I came to the conclusion as I was on my knees,

Not the richest of queens was dressed like one of these.

My evening hour in the garden was very well spent

And now I know what beauty and music really meant!

Pearlyn ©