My gourd

There is a gourd,

She sits in the middle of my rose garden,

At peace yet at work…

Serenity absolutely guaranteed,

For the beautiful morning beams,

Run through her everyday,

As the sweet night breeze,

Kisses her goodnight!



She is so naturally endowed,

For she possesses the best of it all,

Wonderfully woven by the most high,

That no other gourd can be placed

To the proximity of her beauty.

She bounces back twice as sweet,

A morning beam as the sun casts upon her



She never complains when taken

Out of the rose garden,

For she knows she will soon return

To her ultimate position

Calmly, Peacefully, Beautifully

Because her entire being

Depends upon the rose garden

As it does on her!