my zen garden

 
I go to my happy place, I go to my garden to center myself
steam rises off the trees after it rains
they are alive and sigh relief
to be washed clean of smog they can now breathe

the weeds on the lawn are wild flowers to me
bloom where planted as Pastor Murray would say
that's what I believe, but I don't like this technological era
I think we're moving to fast you see

the winds tell me to let it all out on exhale
while chimes quietly tinkle in the background
and the song birds tell me it's a new day

the sun is shining and the morning dew reminds me we are brand new
the problems of the previous day wash down my back
not to forget the wisdom I've learned, but hold them dear

I know our creator is here
I see him in nature more so than any other place
because as ugly as this world can be
I am reminded of his grace

beautiful face of the Father reflected in the sun
I go to my happy place, yes I go to my garden
when I want to praise