The Japanese Garden

During the day or night The floors are soft and light I look as if in fright And see the labor of my life The pond to my left The trees of pink from the North stretch All across to the west In them the birds nest So quiet and peace lending When I'm here there is no pretending A sweet song, garden sending My soul and sight mending This was my place, my solitude Quieter than any I knew Through this place, the wind blew Bringing life around me, how it grew All the answers to the questions of life Never to be sought out because of stubbornness and strife Rejecting like a knife The answers to life But this is our place Never to go to waste It is safe Here in our place