In the serenity of my garden, I absorb the beauty and harmony that nature so lavishly bestows,
and find strength, sufficient to face my day.
and find strength, sufficient to face my day.
A river of energy flows through the soil, infusing blossoms and vines with the brilliance of life and creating small, abundant miracles.
The elements of the universe assemble here, but the secret of life still mystifies.
The great conductor, the source, the healer and restorer of weary souls;
if God exists, you will find him in a garden
Genie
Howdy PIC,
ReplyDeleteSo glad you took my advice ... short but beautiful and the poem has soul.
Love BAW
Thanks PIC
ReplyDeleteI appreciate it. Nice to hear from you
Lotsa luv