The Garden of Serenity

There is a place I like to travel…
When life becomes too much for me
A mystic place where I unravel…
It’s called the Garden of Serenity

This is the place I like to go…
When I’m seeking solitude
To dial it down and take it slow…
To adjust my attitude

No other place like this I know…
To stop and smell the roses
To get away from status quo…
This garden never closes

Close your eyes and drift away…
Free your minds debris
Take a mental holiday…
A moment of reprieve

Here there is no confrontation…
A place you can reflect
A calming, peaceful destination…
A chance to reconnect

In the Garden of Serenity…
There are no butterflies, bugs, or bees…
No flowers, shrubs, or trees
No grass in which to grow…
Not a single blade
No streams or rivers flow…
No water which to wade

It’s here I go for meditation…
A place where I find clarity
A tranquil place of contemplation…
The Garden of Serenity

Gordon R.