Secret Garden
I have a secret garden.
It’s hidden.
I suppose from everyone’s eyes.
Well it’s on a path not known well.
But it’s always there.
In that wooded woods.
Where I call to my dreams.
Gaze at the future.
Where I perceive beauty.
Drawing love into my heart.
Oh and it’s pretty.
Sunlight blushes at its sight.
Little birds sing it’s praises.
In every little song.
Yet it’s my secret garden.
Never to be believed.
Copyright © Greg Clark | Year Posted 2020
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