M's Poetry
The Garden
The Garden
The sanctuary from the cruel world
the tranquility that takes me into another dimension
I could just sit here for hours
looking at the beauty, marveling at how simple life is
if you look beyond all the obstacles and drama
this place doesn't judge....never talks back
it just is in it's natural state
I don't need no one's approval here
I really feel at one with everything
in the garden.....
The breeze blows through my hair
while the plants slightly move
as if following a beautiful tune
a smile creeps upon my face
in this world I have found the most gorgeous place
it's my own private heaven
my version of yoga
where I go to find myself
time and again....
the garden is my refuge.
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
The sanctuary from the cruel world
the tranquility that takes me into another dimension
I could just sit here for hours
looking at the beauty, marveling at how simple life is
if you look beyond all the obstacles and drama
this place doesn't judge....never talks back
it just is in it's natural state
I don't need no one's approval here
I really feel at one with everything
in the garden.....
The breeze blows through my hair
while the plants slightly move
as if following a beautiful tune
a smile creeps upon my face
in this world I have found the most gorgeous place
it's my own private heaven
my version of yoga
where I go to find myself
time and again....
the garden is my refuge.
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
