Your mind is a waiting garden,
and life will give us seeds,
you can sow beautiful flowers
or you can nurture stubborn weeds.

The choice is yours,
to make in a thoughtful wake,
to tend to the delicate blossoms
or let the brambles overtake.

Water the garden with pride,
with thoughts pure and bright,
tear down any climbing doubts
and give way to the sunlight.

For what you will harvest
depends on what you sow,
your garden will flourish
and wisdom will grow.

So nurture each lesson,
and watch the petals unfurl,
in your garden of growth,
with the beauty of your soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis

You and I were like a garden and a war,
we both fell in love, which left our hearts quite sore
prettiest flowers now covered in blood, the bright skies cloaked with gloom
I'm afraid my little flowers would never bloom.

Look to the garden
Should the bricks start to crumble
Earth will light the way

Among the the floral sea of pastels and petals
The fairy folk flutters alight in the gentle breeze
Colors of spring array as morning dew settles
Life's renewal from cruel winter's deep freeze

Tending and working hard for every natural thing
Fairy people minister to mother nature's gardens
Melody rising, carries above canopy as they sing
Giving attention to every manner of care, regarding

Smiling down, looking upon her happy caretakers
Mother Nature gives a quick wink of her approval
Cheers so jovial abound the animals to their makers
Love's color of soft rouge twinkle as a magic jew'el

In a world so balanced in an array of majesty
Comes, springtime friends to heal Earth's wounds
Life gives and takes within perfect align infinity
Gathers spirits thereafter soothing under the cool moon

Discovery
Of The
Garden,
Where we merrily played,
For a time.

Ignoring the voice
(We could be so bold)
Calling us back,
Into the fold.

The game's continued,
For a while,
But the fun it held,
Started to decline.

The garden
Became the only place,
Nowhere else existed,
An illusion was born,
The individual.

The individual
Sat alone, and very soon,
Sadness came to join.

Sadness grew and grew,
Until the thought was born,
Time to return to the place,
We once called
Home.