In my heart, a garden grows,
A verdant oasis, wild and unhurried.
Where love and joy abide,
And sorrow does not reside.
***
The petals of my heart, they sway,
Like delicate flowers in a breeze.
Their colors, a rainbow array,
A song of peace.
***
The leaves of my heart, they rustle,
With every beat, a gentle hush.
Their whispers, a soothing melody,
A lullaby for the soul to blush.
***
In my heart, a fire burns,
A flame, pure and true.
It lights the path through life's storms,
And guides me in all I do.
***
The waters of my heart, they flow,
A river of emotions, deep and wide.
They wash away all fear and woe,
And leave me with a peaceful tide.
***
In my heart, a light shines bright,
A beacon in the dark of night.
It illuminates all that's right,
And guides me into spirit sight.
***
© 2023 Amy Christie
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