Garden Of My Soul

 
I keep strolling in the garden of my soul
sealing a static sight
allowing my heart to a leading light
to quiet spots
spaces with no knots
to other scopes of thoughts
to healing drops..
I keep treading the soil of my garden
I need my soul to irrigate
the rays of Hope to illuminate
to have fountains of Faith be my state
willing to wide open glee gate
and all that is sad to elate..
I have my garden to heed
and what wanes of its wonders I weed
For a world full of roses
I shall sow many a seed
of scents and rainbows my feel I feed
a longing I dream to freed
a life in Nature I need
as once I used to lead
Its magic language could read
Now, in poetry, Her Majesty I seek
From time to time a glance I sneak
Nature tidings the words would leak
to my heart that would immensely speak..
Garden of my soul,
your  pure landscape
my soul blossoming escape..