My garden

If the poems comes from my pen every day, May be it's a garden given by God. Don't be jealous! Nobody can enter this garden without allow, Who do not understand the value of words! Someone comes to take a cure from this garden, Someone comes and breaths without dreams. I planted seeds in the garden for eternity time, Number can bear fruits for generation’s keens! In this garden there is the fun of youth, Suddenly your twenty-five could meet. A tree of love in the medium towpath, Many people are eager to see it! There are unbreakable friendship tree, There are kind flowers that you care. The fruits of these trees are free, Dream, Goal, Demand is our clear! White birches - the white hope of kind, Is ashamed like a girl waiting for speech. It seems as real soldiers standing in line, The whole oak guarding the maiden birch. I water my garden, so that it grows fast, Person who enter can't leave without taste. I don't tolerate gossip, lies, and boast. So that doesn't grow like a weed most! I don't need a wealth, easy money, You can eat fruit for free, if you like. If I cast a shadow over the century, It means my garden is my second life!