Poem; Outside my Window.

Outside this room is a wall of green,
Where white butterflies can be seen,
Happily flitting from flower to flower
Effortlessly hovering with the power
Of their wings.
Outside this room I see the bush
You planted for me, before you went away.
Today, it is blooming big blue flowers,
Which I could look at for hours.
You grew it in the green house,
But never saw it grow, maybe you are
Looking down and know?
Outside this room up against the fence,
Rests the tree you called your own,
Fully grown, with orange berries
Turning to red for the birds
To eat in winter, what a treat.
Outside this room is another world
Where each day some plant
Bursts into life with colours galore,
Who could want more?
There are pink flocks and white
Daises too, roses in every hue,
And lilies, my favourite flower,
Reminding me of the bunches you
Bought for me most weeks,
Oh! the memory of that speaks,
More than a thousand words,
Now you are no longer here.

Augustine Nash.