Like harp’s undulating melody,
the adorn wisteria‘s edge swing mildly.
Like a piano-forte the ivy pigmented white and greens,
climb up high and low from the eyes it hide the scene.
Like a trumpet the corolla’s flowers open wide,
That in a thunder, of red and yellow explode in plain sight!
. .
Then suddenly in a moment wimp,
the trees dance at the choreography of the wind.
The pelt of water, the thunder sound pounding..
alternate like drums and plate in a bombastic shouting.
Then… silence… and like a piper that suddenly playing
the water in the grass away is fading away…
. .
The curtain of cloud disappear…
and in all its glory the dying sun reappear…
accompanied from the ray of shinning gold
and from the choir of dazzling reds brilliants so bold
Like the sweet melody of a violin so sweet.
In all is majestic splendour the garden fade asleep!
