The Garden

A garden lush, where the wild ones roam,
A secret place, where no heart is alone;
In tangled vines the emerald lies,
Lifting its head to the achingly blue skies.

With magic breezes, soft petals sway,
Each flower a dream that’s lost in the fray;
Stars bloom in the night amongst shadows cast,
This sanctuary whispers stories from the past.

To dwell among lilies, where sweet songs are spun,
A fleeting escape, beneath the golden sun;
For in every leaf, and every high branch,
A vivid testament to life’s endless dance!

• Charles Baudelaire