The dove garden

Flocking wings gathered in
A shrine of doves held within
The dove garden glistening
With white beams of light
Whimpering clean
The moans of angels tempering
As waters caressed the rockpools clear
And grandad drank his ginger bear
Upon the decking flowered in tear
The trees swayed through the soothing air
As sweet bees drank their fill of nectar
And insects chewed through leaves in specter
To scents of joy fulfilling pleasure hung to trees the nuts and seeds.
And bushes full enrapturing the requiem of their cooing until they flew away again
like families dancing on the wing.