The Garden Within

I may have missed the glittering prize, The fleeting gold that dims the skies. But deep within, a stillness grows, A garden where the true light flows. The noise outside, a restless sea, Where storms of envy seek to be. Yet in my heart, a quiet spring, Where hope and healing softly sing. The workday’s battlefield of spite, Where shadows lurk to steal the light. Their words like arrows, sharp and cold, But I’ve learned wisdom can’t be sold. To walk away is strength unseen, A guardian of the soul serene. No coin or crown can outweigh peace, The sacred gift that grants release. For riches fade and glory dies, But calm remains beneath the skies. I choose the path where silence reigns, Beyond the reach of selfish chains.