The Garden's Secret

The garden of lost, the garden of old
A long time remains, quite simply untold

The endless green twist of ivy and vine
Encasing the walls from what she might find

A rust-covered key, a rotting wood door
Beckoning, calling, "There's more, come explore"

Sparrows flit around with proud chests of red
A boy and a fox are running ahead

A scrambling brook runs clear like washed glass
She cools down her feet as wild fish swim past

The trees' dappled shade lasts the whole day
Flowers of blue are guiding the way

Arches of petals, sweet and overgrown
Away from the house, a place of their own

A place of pure peace, worries melt away
It brought back a life, in every kind of way