My Garden

• Lina Amoor, Grade 6, Liverpool Public School
• Poetry
• 2015

Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition

The wonderful aroma of the sweet-smelling flowers floated into my nostrils as I swiftly skipped through my garden,
I smelled the fragrance of the citrus skins of the lemons and oranges that are slowly growing in my garden,
I smelled the scent of the freshly cut grass that wafts around my garden,
I felt the cool breeze lightly flutter against my cheek,
I felt the flowers brush upon my hand as I walked past the lively flower bed,
I felt the grass tickling my bare feet as I strolled across my meadow-like garden,
I noticed the beautiful, blooming flowers glisten in the rays of the sun,
I watched the green trees swaying from side to side in the cool, gentle breeze,
I observed the busy bees hurrying for flower to flower collecting sweet pollen which they then turn into delectable, oozing honey.
I heard the wind whistling upon my ears.
I listened to the playful birds which chirped cheerfully.
I recorded the leaves which rustled against one another as if they were siblings in a conflict.