My Secret Garden

As a child there was a place I did go,
To dream my dreams that would flow.
Through my mind as wisps of fog,
Swirling here and there as a prologue.

An introduction of secret things,
For my childish mind to dream.
A beautiful place, as I opened the gate,
And entered in there to await.

Flowers of every kind I did see,
And all around butterflies, and bees.
Suckling sweet nectar from each flower,
As I watched, hour after hour.

My Secret Garden is still in my mind,
I find I still go there from time to time.
The sweet aroma, the melody in my heart,
As I open the gate and, let the thoughts start.

To You my Lord my mind does go,
I do enjoy your fellowship so.
In this wonderful place of retreat,
Where You and I do love to meet!

Poet: MelvaŠ
12~18~04