poetry, writing

Lost in the Garden

Come, walk in the garden with me.

Let’s follow the trail of bark

and see where it leads.

Row upon row of blossoming flowers,

heady with fragrance, filling our heads.

Twirl me in the center,

under the gazebo frame,

lined with vines and petals.

Laugh with me hand in hand

under the shade of the banyan tree.

Sit with me beside the pond,

watching the swans floating along the banks.

Wouldn’t it be lovely

to stroll along

in a garden full of life?

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