Time is my own secret garden
Where my thoughts flourish
Random thoughts like the runners helter-skelter
blooming at will
Beautiful thoughts, like the roses
Some thoughts of others, their lives, their ways
Like chrysanthemums multi-colored and bright
I lie on the grass sometimes
And look up at the beautiful blue sky
Watching seasons turn
Clouds floating, white, grey -
Sometimes the sky is blue and cloudless.
I relish the rains
bearing down on me,
making patterns as they fall...\
and I still among my flowers
In my own garden.
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