The Garden Of Simple Things

There is a place I embrace and call my own Where seeds are sown and grown A little pond lays quietly making splatters When small or large stones are thrown The garden of love The garden of simple things I go to when I need to enjoy simple things Embellished with trees of different shades Leaves of various colours and blades Ornament each patch of the ground As roses of colour glow in and out There is a place With you I want to share Whistles of bird sounds Constantly fill the air Announcing life's simple pleasures That no one can actually measure Reliving all of who are there Temporarily of endless social pressures Kids laugh and talk People peacefully walk Exempt from the noises of cars and trucks Exempt from argumentative or aggressive voices Dogs stroll aside their masters Lovers hold hands Stealing away kisses in beauty spots The garden of beauty The garden of simple things In winter or in spring A peaceful wind is always blown Trees and plants are carefully cultivated To permit anyone at all to be strongly motivated It is here I breathe the air without a care There is simply no reason In any season Not to fall in love with The garden of simple things Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi