A garden conference

Through the window
mired with morning haze
stood a tall leafy birch

at silent attention;

a lonely soldier of nature
waiting endlessly
for the crisp delirium
of summer's breeze.

Delicate butterflies awash with colour,
danced and intertwined,
oblivious to the woes of the world,

and lonely sparrows gathered
to chat incessantly;

all the while daffodils blew their trumpets
announcing attention
to their yellow hue,

as a boisterous breeze
swept past,

following the gulls to sea.