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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