My secret garden

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There's a secret garden I like to go,

It's the place I love and adore,

Below my house and beneath the road,

It lies open untamed and wild.

The birds fly freely and in ecstasy,

Screeching and twittering away in the sunshine,




Squirrels scampering around finding their bread,

Fantails and tailor birds, tweeting and roughaging around,

The cuckoo calls out loud, though harsh and cackling,

The crow caws aloud as he rests with his mate,

Sparrows fighting and scampering in the mud,

The magpie robin singing sweetly aloud,

The berries now ripe and juicy,

The birds and squirrels feasting in ecstasy,

Butterflies fluttering around the flowers in the breeze;

Sucking sweet nectar; basking in all glory,

Wide varieties of them galore,

It's quiet a sight to behold,




Flowers in bloom, oh! so many,

Red, yellow and purple; the hues too many,

Green fresh leaves so soothing and calm,

Adding to the freshness, beauty and charm,

Children running around, in gay abandon,

Carefree and joyful, living in the moment,

Sitting on the grass, it's a great place for me to charge,

Sunlight through the trees, falling right on the grass,

 Frangipani tree, with beautiful white blossoms,

Adding to the charm,

With its sweet fragrance lingering in the air,

Oh! It's a perfect place for me to stay,

I have this secret garden so very alive always,

To dream of this when my day is in disarray,

I feel this secret garden with my eyes so closed,

And I am strengthened to pass through all my chores!!







Comments

  1. PatrickFebruary 13, 2024 at 2:56 AM

    Excellent Deepa, a good chronology of events, I can experience it by reading this blogpost.

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