At her zenith

She is at her zenith No one knows beneath She keeps it confined to her breath She at her best and lives with Garden is beautiful with flowers Might have come up with fresh showers But all work done by her dedicated efforts Where she find herself with nature in rapport Is the new birth expected in garden? Her beautiful insight helped even Nothing to worry and nothing to get hurt Good result and no one can subvert She is graceful with all her acts Where an art remains fact Flowers speak for all the grace One can smile with shine on face