Magic Garden


There in the garden exquisite
The blue flowers sing your name
The grasses gently massage your feet
The ancient gravestones moss-covered
And no longer legible
Offer a lean-to for your weariness
Take a load off, the menagerie seems to whisper
Allow the tender guilt to seep through your pores
Saturating the very essence of you in restful silence
When the world becomes too big
Take solace here
Regenerate your warrior spirit
Cleanse your soul with the scent and sounds
Of nature’s sweetness
To rise and redeem another day

©SpiritLed 2015


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