My Secret Garden

My Secret Garden I unlatch the gate to my secret garden Take a step on the emerald green grass beneath my bare feet As I breathe in the early morning scents I watch the orange rays rise over the horizon Roses with thorns remind me to never trust the good Poppies may look pretty, though they will whisper to not trust the wicked Lavender chases the anxiety away Sunflowers keep the storms at bay Secret garden, will you stay? Vines twist and turn around my heart Losing sight in your magical colors Birds and butterflies flutter in my thoughts Disappearing words I choke on to get out Singing songs that are lost, but never forgotten A butterfly gently lands on my shoulder Telling me that change is okay The birds chirp in my ears Telling me that everything will be okay Secret garden, will you stay? I walk to the middle of an old stone bridge Gaze across a rippling pond Underneath is a family of gleaming goldfish Splashing to their own rhythm Without a care in the world For a moment my reflection looks back at me A twinkle in my eye A child-like smile beaming cheerfully My reflection dances around like a children’s shadow play Secret garden, will you stay? The sun is now setting, the crescent moon rising I find a swing swaying from an ancient ash tree Taking a seat, I tightly grab its weathered ropes Moving my legs back and forth as I look up to the moon and stars They stare back with their shimmering secrets and tall tale stories I begin to realize my mind has been vanished of all its worries Briskly I spring off that old swing I frolic joyfully as a pluck off a Rose Reaching my hand into my yellow sundress pocket I pull out the key to my secret garden I am okay I’ll come back and visit you one day, Secret Garden.