Gardens make me feel alive.
For as broken as I am,
The flowers calm me with their simplicity.
They never worry.
They are bunched together and make the best of each other.
They talk so soft, to the point where we can't hear.
They speak to the sun with happiness,
Sway to the wind as they sing in harmony.
The night comes in and hum themselves to sleep.
The sun rises and the cycle goes on.
My heart is now the garden.
I know the flowers sing to the beat of my chest, when I lie down, and drift to sleep.