The first time I saw her smile
It planted my feet
Where they were in that moment
Every day
I visit the garden growing there
In every direction
She is an endless supply of
Light and water being absorbed
When it's winter
Still evergreen trees orb
Best of all is listening to
The wind whispering through the war
The river rushing by
Rendering rocks raw and worn
The birds blissfully singing
About being born
They echo each of our essences
In this life into one law
In her smile we merged into one song
It was getting late
I had waited, suffering so long
For now, physically, this garden is
Only my own
But the law and
The lyrics of our song
Can't lie and
They say she is already mine
I don't need to worry
In time she will visit
Our garden everyday
Once she listens to the rain
The overcast she claims
Her heart yearns for
Day by day
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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