I walk along the flagstone path

into my secret garden.

The Tulip heads sway in the breeze

as if in secret greeting.

Upon the breeze a scent is carried

to tease and please the senses.

I stop and bend to take a peek

at the Lilly of the Valley.

So lovely are their little bells

and wide green leaves a plenty.

I say good morning to the Roses

that hang upon the trellis.

A bench is set beneath the arch

with Honeysuckle blooming.

A place to sit in peaceful bliss

and dream my morning dreams.

Contentment settles like a cape

upon my happy soul.

It's wondrous the joy I feel

when in my secret garden.

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