The Secret Garden
In the hidden corners of the twisted vines,
Where wild blooms flourish and sunlight shines;
A secret garden, forgotten by time,
Holds whispers of nature in fragrance and rhyme.

The petals unfold like a lover’s sweet sighs,
As butterflies flit ‘neath the vast, open skies;
Where the heart finds repose from life’s burdens so sore,
In the charm of the petals forever adored.

In the stillness, life pulses with vibrant delight,
A haven for creatures that dance in the light;
For this sacred retreat, untouched and now,
Captures the essence of nature’s great vow.

• Frank Norris