Garden Of Healing

I really like the colors.
Of shiny,gold flowers.
When it's spring they come alive.

They bloom,facing the sun and thrive.
Like the magical daises.
Or my favorite red roses.

Like sunflowers.
And the cycle repeats,decomposes.
A new one grows from a seed.

And grows into a good deed.
I really like the color and hue.
Of red roses,pink and blue.

With their magical,mystical scent.
Wonders of nature ascend.
And the way it wraps around your wrist.

Growing from a seed.
Every spring,you do a good deed.
And nature plants another seed.

Flowers, yellow,green and blue.
They shine,through and through.
With blooming,delicate petals.

Matching your sky blue eyes.
Growing in your garden.
Synchronize and fantasize.

As leaves begin to fall.
Water falls ,sprouts begin to show.
As you take care of it days and days.

Months,years,time really really plays.
As the wind gently sways.
A violin gently plays.

And you feel happier in so many ways.
Let's explore the garden today.
And you won't feel sad another day.

If only I could be a flower.
I'd choose a red rose.
As I bloom and delicate petals fall.

My stem shall be high and tall.
But I also will have thorns.
As you explore a far away land.

And you walk on a bridge over the bend.
Magical colors, petals ascend.
Blue,yellow,pink.

You look and begin to think.
Red,purple hue.
With us,you'll never feel blue.

As the sun shines in all its glory.
Telling us its origins and story.
Flowers bloom in the middle of that story.

And you finish the story happily.
Your close your page or book.
And you throw a coin in the wishing well.

You wish for health,happiness and you feel swell.
The magical scent rings a bell.
And you break out of your inner shell.

The wish soon came true.
And you survived everything you went through.
After everything,you are still you.

You pick a flower and bring it home.
What shall you choose?
As colors,petals, magic fuse.