The Garden of the Mind

Under Vanished Sky, a garden grows, A place of people’s most strong and dormant, The wars lost and won, and the land that was torn, Gentle

songs and rumbles of roar.

Each of the thoughts is a petal, whole or broken, Each of the feelings, comes from the sun or shadow. The soil, our care, It has to go deep down, Or items of question would start suffocating the ground.

The clouds would roar and thunder, The waves would get angry and ghastly, But do not forget that the oceans do have wonders. One clowd in the vast endless water cannot define, The greatness the sun has.

Let lose the fear of night’s strangle hold because it is bound to be, It is necklace of pearls that morning has for free. In winter, spring or autumn, any hour for that matter, Strength will find its way somehow.

You’re the gardener, love it with care, Wait and love, do not despair. For when the sun risses once the heart cares, peace will breathe all the best things it has.

Thank You 🌹🌹🌹