I have a secret garden, a garden of my own, a garden sown in friendship where when I am alone, I gaze upon it's splendors where everything's been shared, by those whose paths I've stumbled on who've nurtured me and cared.
This garden grows within my mind, it's glories all concealed amidst the borders of my heart where treasures are revealed.
While nature gives me gifts galore, my garden's bounties grow...a lily in November, and roses in the snow.
No other place can offer such joy and serenity as this, my secret garden, blooming through eternity. |
