Secret Garden

From morning to time day is done Sunflower follows the sun There is a brief nostalgia then fun As around the sunflower children run The poppy flowers are red Like once on Monte Casino blood red Poppies there are kind of sad The victory is great but they say poppies are red Because they feed on the blood of soldiers that are dead That is why they are blood red Roses are also red But looking at them is no time to be sad The strawberry The raspberry Blubbery and gooseberry They are all delicious healthy and reveries tasty berry They are for jams and preserves That my aunt serves Aronia is berry from which liquor is made But fresh aronia has taste which will never fade In the time of May When one walks that way The beautiful cherry tree Shows of its white red flowers in full majesty The smell is divine Of pollination time it is sign I don’t know whether evolution or God gave the tree This mesmerizing beauty But its smell awakens the soul So beautiful so delightful That it can be mistaken for a portal Portal to actual land of soul Yet in this garden there is a tree That actual portal would be It is unassuming tree Yet decoction from that tree Awaking deeper senses will be And answers to questions one will see Questions about immortality And destiny After having one smell Answers to those questions one can tell How to make spirit not need consciousness spell And if this is only the base it can tell ultimate spell After just one smell It can show how to make a spell As complex as answering what is beyond abstract To as practical as in event of a crash how to keep body intact The garden is a work of art Yet for many such garden is only in their heart If we continue to destroy our planet even more Gardens of all kind will only be in folklore