Secret Garden

I was exploring my town.
Looking at mountains far away.
Then ,something caught my eye.

I found a house.
With a backyard,very big.
I went into the backyard.

I entered through the doors.
I explored the mystical halls.
Listening to birds chirping.

As I catch a sunlight ray.
And I found something fascinating.
I had found a secret garden.

A fairytale,hidden away.
It had flowers of all kinds, so much color.
Like a jungle hidden in paradise.

You look at its beauty and you widen your eyes.
As you look at it,amazed.
And you try to pick a bouquet.

But the roses have thorns.
As magical as it is,you cannot pick them.
And a fairy appears before your eyes.

You are told a riddle.
And you begin to fantasize, drifting away.
You listen to the riddle and try to obey.

If you answer right,you can pick them.
A bouquet for your love.
So you try to answer.

And you guess.
You walk around,you begin to rest.
And you put it to the test.

You pick one.
And you pick another.
The thorns are no longer there.

And the wind begins to blow in your hair.
The magical,colorful bouquet in your hands.
And you smile,surrounded by your mystical friends.

The birds,the fairies and the flowers in your hands.
You begin to leave,with a memory so divine.
And you will never forget this experience.

For you visited the secret garden tonight.