The Conservatory.It hasn't changed in the 15 years I've known it.
When a wee-little one zooms past me on the narrow pathway,
I smile with glee; if only i were still knee high.
The atmosphere fully invites mini adventures, a wild safari,
and soaring wings for a game of tag.
If I were to encounter a child not running within the conservatory,
i would be horribly shocked.
The Tropic Room:
The humidity and warm temperature instantly alters my mind.
The rushing waters undertone the deafening Parrots.
I gaze up and for that quick moment,
i'm in a far away land.
The Desert Room:
It's cool and dry, silent as the grave.
The familiar sight of the desert gardens,
warms my heart.
Happy to have been
'home'
No comments:
Post a Comment