My garden


Bright white lights, shine in the night;
Lighting up the blackened sky.
A single pool in the calmness of space;
Some stories say he has a face.
His moonlight shines upon us
And lights up all my man made grace.


The flowers I planted beneath the old oak tree,
Have no need of false light, to be seen.
For nature has no need to be nurtured;
It's a natural beauty that has already been created
And cannot be improved, for it has already been perfected.
Its genealogy has no need to be altered.


It's strange to see the pool in the sky,
Shining upon the pond I bought to life.
To see the fish swim in their world,
Not knowing of the land they will never walk upon.
The birds on the fence, the fish may never see;
May one day take their life and end their forgotten dreams.


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