Sitting in a garden
watching the flowers grow
and water flowing over the barriers to make a fall
a turtle sitting on a lilly pad
a shooting star flying by
showing the world the twinkle in the sky
with the sun disappearing the moon comes alive
a mist takes the hills
the same one butterflies come from in the spring
leaves start to fall cloudining vision each time the wind blows
the smell or rain walkng near
hear to clense our bodies from our fears
thunder rolls in and the world...
she shows her grin
poisons leaving this world
and a constant pitter patter around my feet
deaply we breathe
an illusion in time
the beauty in the tree she will find
like crying sap they to can bleed
sun rises and dew fades
and a bird chirps to signal the day
night begins to fall a new life starts to crawl
blessing with its litte presance
a gift we take advantage of
standing like a rock strong and tall
manipulated by water ever changing the way we feel
but this garden is real
a place of peace
a place to be free....
