In my parent’s garden, there is a big tree
with a huge round shape, and humming bees.
Myriad of colourful flowers gazing at the sky
pink, yellow, purple and red all shining bright.
I love this place, where I rest and ponder
why the sky is blue, my mind wander?
I often wonder while sitting in contemplation
why I adore this place, in my parent’s garden?
My perfect paradise, with the melody of wind
the sunshine sparkling over the escaping spring.
The nurturing of nature holding me in its lap,
the chirping of the birds captivating me in its clasp.
Sitting and enjoying the best of nature
holding my breath and I am ready to go.
In my parent’s garden, the place I worship
my mind is pure and full of hope.