The Garden

July 31, 2011
There is a garden hiding here,
Away from tears, and away from fears.

Flowers sprouting out of the ground,
So beautiful, but they don’t make a sound.
Instead the birds sing a song,
And I can’t help but sing along.

However, now I must go away,
From this garden for today.
The reason is quite easy,
But it does make me a bit queasy.
For if I don’t go,
Someone evil may know:
There is a garden hidden here,
Away from tears and away from fears.

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