My 12 year old daughter wrote this poem after visiting the Japanese tea garden in San Francisco.
Japanese Tea Garden
In the heart of the tea garden,
A diminutive waterfall twists amidst
The gaps of stalwart boulders
Small, but determined.
Though blocked by solid stones, still it finds a way
To trickle down the mountain edge:
The sound of the wind rushing through blossoms.
Tiny yellow leaves glide upon the surface of a clear pond,
Perfectly at peace.
A branch dips, and I swivel, facing
Minute trees.
Their gnarled branches twisting intricately
Against one another,
Each branch reigning over its own dome of immaculate leaves.
Serene in this harmonious sanctuary,
The air crisp after a cleansing shower.
The sun warms the air, and the
Tranquil pond shimmers softly with little sparkles,
Dancing on its surface.
The water serenely swirls around my fingers
Soft as satin.
The sun hits all of the gentle pond at once,
Dazzling the air with a variety of
Alluring yellows, pinks, and reds
Prancing around me.
To the side, an ancient tree
Extends its gnarled fingers
Reaching out to me.
Scarlet goldfish paddle lazily
Through the water,
Circling around
Purple irises drifting upon the water,
Attached to their own miniature island of earth.
And in the midst of a barren winter,
Life awakens all around me,
A precious flower in the desert.
Timeless.
She likes reading novels and poems. These are class assignments. She sometimes writes for fun too.
i like the feeling and narrative scene in the poem.
Keep writing.