Poems of Narad

Of Her Beauty

2.12.2023

In my garden there were friendly snakes
For Mother kept the poisonous ones away
Of course it was a garden built for Her
And I laboured there many a year and day.
The gentle snakes would often be caught in mesh
Placed in spots to keep the voracious deer
From destroying the beauty growing there,
But in releasing them there was no fear
From snake or man, all was in harmony.
The wrens sang their songs of earthly glee,
At the lakes edge I saw the silently
And stealthy heron able at will to see
The movement of fish in his fluid nursery.
In the garden of Her beauty sang each tree.