The secret garden is a special place
That is close to my heart
It washes away yesterday's sorrow
As I watch the new day start.
The birds start singing a sweet melody
Awakening the flowers
They shake off the morning dew
And watch as the beauty showers.
The sun wakes to climb the azure sky
Shining upon this natural secret
Giving it a particular glow
I feel my love at its deepest.
I find stones in the garden
From far and wide
Sea shore, desert, mountains
Set my troubles aside.
I climb atop the tree house
Play pirates and ships
Blowing away the foe
Whilst my fatigue gets hit.
As the end of the day is near
I begin to weep
The butterflies are now leaving
As the garden goes to sleep.
The insects and birds no longer hum
Out comes the moon
Flowers start to fade away
Waiting for a new day to come.
The garden now takes a nap
I smile with no hesitation ‘cause I now see
That the garden's secret
Is to let your imagination run free.
You certainly let your imagination run free crowing it with the perfect ending
Simply Beautiful.... Your description seems so real that i felt that i was in the garden looking at the flowers and the butterflies :) Aditi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see an extraordinary gardener here who knows much about the secret garden better than us!