Analysis of My Garden

There’s a calm in their surroundings and beauty intoxicating,
I feel this garden mine enchanted with  early morning charm.
Eyes weary of mundane existence beholding,
A mere glance at flowers that apply a soothing balm.
Their gentle  movement suggest an invisible touch,
Of celestial being that taps their visage.  
As if  breathing like us,  they entice me much.
Here then brooding on a beauteous image,
Am I thus in my morning stroll.
Sharing that  glimmer with gayety,
Conversing and commingling with them all.
Though this experience in its entirety,  
Be brief as a moment; extremely small.
And to convey it in Brevity,
Took  but a lengthy scroll.