A Summer Song

If Flowers were my punctuation

I would pause with a pansy,

A lily, my semicolon;

I would haste to gather all the "petunias" to be my quotation marks,

While the geraniums! my exclamations!

My thoughts, like bees,

My verse, grown in mud.

Asking the world, a simple question,

With the tulips standing in an array.

If the garden was a hidden book,

Which I could read all day long.

My words would be silence,

Kept in my notebook, invisible, 

Yet there, waiting to sprout,

Inspiring and legible

With punctuation,

So Bright!