The Garden Within

In the hush of painted petals, tall and true,
My dreams rise gently in gold and dew.
Each stem, a hope that dared to grow,
Each bloom, a fire that learned to glow.

Behind the fence I softly place,
The roots of love, the will, the grace.
To guard, not cage; to frame, not bind,
A garden shaped by heart and mind.

The sky above still calls me high,
With birds of thought that dance and fly.
Yet here below, I craft and tend,
Where passion and purpose sweetly blend.

In colours drawn from soul and light,
I paint my truth in morning’s sight.
A canvas born of joy and pain,
Where loss gives bloom, and hope remains.

No storm can steal what’s rooted deep,
Nor winds disturb the dreams I keep.
For every petal knows its place,
In rhythm with the earth’s embrace.

So let the world beyond me spin,
This garden grows from deep within.
A space of stillness, soft and wide,
Where dreams and grace in peace abide.

Beyond the Fence

Beneath the sky of tender hues,

My thoughts arise on morning dews.

Each blade of green, each stroke I send,

Speaks of the dreams I strive to tend.

The flowers tall in golden grace,

Mirror the hopes I daily chase.

They bloom not wild, nor held too tight,

But dance in freedom, kissed by light.

The fence below with roots so deep,

Protects the seeds I wish to keep.

Not walls of fear, but care composed,

Where soul and soil are gently closed.

Little homes with roofs aglow,

Hold stories that the breezes know.

Of faith and fire, of calm and storm,

Of moments rare and love in form.

Above them soar the birds I freed,

Each one a thought, a silent need.

To wander far, yet still return—

To fires that in my spirit burn.

So here I paint, and here I pray,

With colours drawn from every day.

This garden grows not just in land,

But in my heart, through brush and hand.