THE GARDEN

I DREAM OF BEING IN A GARDEN, A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN,
FILLED WITH FLOWERS AND TALL SILENT TREES, I WALK


ALONG A STONE PATH, WHERE THERE SITS A SMALL WHITE
GAZEBO, SURROUNDED BY ROSES OF PINK AND WHITE .I GO

INSIDE AND SIT ON AN OLD WOODEN BENCH. AS I SIT HERE
I AM SURROUNDED BY PEACE, COMPLETE SILENCE, EXCEPT


FOR TWO SMALL BIRDS IN A TREE TO MY LEFT, THEY'RE
SINGING A SUBTLE SONG - LIKE A LULLABY. I SIT SILENTLY,

LISTENING TO THE SOUND OF EVERY NOTE .I AM SO HAPPY
IN MY GARDEN, HERE EVERYTHING IS PERFECT, I HAVE NO


CARES OR WORRIES IN MY GARDEN--JUST PEACE. BUT NEVER
THE LESS IT IS STILL ONLY A DREAM AND LIKE ALL DREAMS,
EVENTUALLY I'M AWAKENED,---AND MY GARDEN IS GONE.!

WRITTEN BY- MY DAUGHTER
 
APRIL C. ROTH


WEBPAGE BY ME


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