This is not made up, I really do have a secret garden and I wrote this poem about it :)
My Secret Garden
There is a place, a secret place
A mystic place, a magic place
Where I go to be alone
I found it on a walk one day
And claimed it as my own
A secret place, though many know of it
A mystic place, thought nothing new
A magic place, though oh so ordinary
And yet all three descriptions are true
The gateway to my secret place
Are two trees with branches intertwined
And as you walk and pass through them
A different world you will find
Yes a different world, a different land
Is my secret place, my garden fair
Believe it or not it is true
I should know, for I was there
The trees are small and evenly placed
All are birches save one pine
The grass is soft and oh so green
In this secret garden of mine
Always peace, always calm
It a place of quiet escape
Inside you find only hope and love
There is no room for fear and hate
Inhabitants? yes indeed!
But at first they will not show
Yet if kind and gentle you always are
They will accept you as their own
How do they look, That is hard to say
But if you will listen, I will explain
In the ground among the roots
Kind little people live safe and sound
And in the trees, among the leaves
Gentle fairies do abound
The ground people tend the grass
The fairies keep the trees so fair
What of the magic? oh you breath it
Magic is what makes the air
Of course my garden has a king
A great big golden butterfly
And with him rules his silver queen
And their palace is the pine
At first the people I did not see
Who in my secret garden abide
I was busy with all my problems
And of me they were oh so shy
But now what great friends we are
And I do love them so
And when the time to leave doth come
They ask me not to go
My secret garden, my secret world
Others too perhpas there go
Yet I think I alone do know
Of the magic that it holds
And if you think all I said to be untrue
My secret to you I will impart
If chance leads you to my secret garden
Close your eyes and look with your heart
My Secret Garden
There is a place, a secret place
A mystic place, a magic place
Where I go to be alone
I found it on a walk one day
And claimed it as my own
A secret place, though many know of it
A mystic place, thought nothing new
A magic place, though oh so ordinary
And yet all three descriptions are true
The gateway to my secret place
Are two trees with branches intertwined
And as you walk and pass through them
A different world you will find
Yes a different world, a different land
Is my secret place, my garden fair
Believe it or not it is true
I should know, for I was there
The trees are small and evenly placed
All are birches save one pine
The grass is soft and oh so green
In this secret garden of mine
Always peace, always calm
It a place of quiet escape
Inside you find only hope and love
There is no room for fear and hate
Inhabitants? yes indeed!
But at first they will not show
Yet if kind and gentle you always are
They will accept you as their own
How do they look, That is hard to say
But if you will listen, I will explain
In the ground among the roots
Kind little people live safe and sound
And in the trees, among the leaves
Gentle fairies do abound
The ground people tend the grass
The fairies keep the trees so fair
What of the magic? oh you breath it
Magic is what makes the air
Of course my garden has a king
A great big golden butterfly
And with him rules his silver queen
And their palace is the pine
At first the people I did not see
Who in my secret garden abide
I was busy with all my problems
And of me they were oh so shy
But now what great friends we are
And I do love them so
And when the time to leave doth come
They ask me not to go
My secret garden, my secret world
Others too perhpas there go
Yet I think I alone do know
Of the magic that it holds
And if you think all I said to be untrue
My secret to you I will impart
If chance leads you to my secret garden
Close your eyes and look with your heart
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