The Garden Of Solitude. Poem by Michael Cochrane

A little sparrow sings as it bathes in the birdbath.
It shakes its fragile feathers and pure and sweet it flys to its nest.
The Garden transends the mind and the soul, into a paradise, it glides the spirit in waves of light.
In the cradle of nature to wander through the flowers and the herbs, and watch the bees, time remains still.
Sacred solitude how we savor this moment, our toils are unbraid, in this retreat and stills our hearts in the simple things.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026