We stopped under a huge overspreading tree and looked up into it's canopy. She held her arms up and framed the view with her hands. Then she turned by degrees until she had made a complete circle, telling me that every angle was beautiful and she wanted to capture it all. I stood there smiling at my girl- with her face to the treetops- seeing the joy of a new found vision in her eyes. I felt doubly blessed- blessed by the beauty, and blessed in my little photographer- that she sees it and gets it, she rejoices in it. Take a look at these pics she took and see what I mean.
Here's a little something I wrote after our visit to the gardens.
Ode to Green
vine of springwrapped around
branch of winter
green, the victor
from treetop
to mossy earth
warmth glowing
green overflowing
from treetop
to mossy earth
warmth glowing
green overflowing
it hydrates
rejuvenates
exhilarates
exhilarates
I soak it up
and drink it in
it feeds my soul
and makes me whole
from yellow green
and drink it in
it feeds my soul
and makes me whole
from yellow green
to every darker sheen
In honor of spring
In honor of spring
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