My Hidden Garden Poem by Sarah Pesta

In a secret place of my own
A garden is here
To escape from my worries and fears
A place where peace is shown

How I love the scent of roses so red
And the sound of quiet water running
The colorful flowers are my bed
The sunlight and rain become so cunning

Nothing can go wrong when I am here
My own creation
All terrible times can disappear
My own place in my imagination

I never said my garden was real
If it were you would see
How important it makes me feel
A perfect place with no one but me

Even though I don't have this place
I can still see it in my dreams
Where I can see the person with my face
A sunlight with many bright beams