The Mystical Garden

Written by: Lord Addo-Yobo

It blossoms,hovering with its foundation,
As it grows firm on man's imagination,
Refreshing,it clears our desperation,
Permitting,the child in an adult creates great fiction,

Feeding our thoughts,life's beauty it adorns,
Forget-me-not beckons,
As its soothing fragrances reckons,
Filling our lungs with the air we lean on,

Flying with the beautiful wings of the butterfly,
Nector we suck,as increasing our yield we try,
Soaring,freedom, our spirits cry,
Failing to yield to life's spy,

Sailing over reality's challenges,
Lady-in-boat our hopes clings,
As we dream gracefully through its pages,
Humming beautiful tunes,our heart chirps,

We walk the path of the lily,
Clothed in its serene purity,
As we color our path with its virginity,
Hoping to live in its gracious nationality, 

The gorgeous rose blossoms,
Striking our hearts with commitment's hormones,
As our lives,we are willing to lose,
Hoping to elude reality's woes,

The sun shines with radiant gold,
Reliving our days as we grow old,
But the body retires with stories untold,
As the bell toll and our imaginations  fold,