Crocus, like a purple diamond,
Golden pollen-jewels within;
Sensational; seducing; and
Enrapturing my home garden…

Daffodils, cheering with delight,
As gorgeous as a butterfly;
Golden-yellow and pink perfect,
And in orange stood skillfully…

Tender tulip touching, teasing,
Tempting, tearing till total tired;
Every weather change resisting,
Remained in my garden enthroned…

‘Lily of the valley’ like little pearls,
As though flimsy, fairy frail flumes,
With aromatic nectar gels,
Adorned my garden with full blooms…

Just like a young ball python’s skin,
Stood the snakehead fritillary;
Sober, somber, serene, solemn,
Conveying complete harmony…

There’s hyacinth in my garden,
Within so short a time she bloomed;
With royal honorableness,
Her magnificence she revealed…

There bloomed the beautiful bluebell,
Whom my neighbor-nun, highly loved;
And always adorned her chapel,
A vase-full of it well-arranged…

I have seen these flowers blooming,
Like small stars serenely strolling;
I have heard too their blossoming,
As silent as silence’s snoring…