The Garden of Memories

In the garden of memories, where time stands still,
Where the flowers bloom, with a vibrant thrill,
The roses red, and daisies white,
A canvas of colors, a beautiful sight.

The memories of life, like seeds we sow,
In the soil of time, they forever grow,
The moments we cherish, forever bloom,
A garden of memories, that we assume.

The scent of jasmine, fills the air,
A fragrance so sweet, so rare,
The buzz of bees, among the flowers,
A symphony of life, that forever showers.

The laughter of friends, and family too,
A memory that's forever true,
The love we shared, and the joy we knew,
A feeling that forever grew.

The garden of memories, is where we find,
The moments of life, that forever bind,
A journey of life, that's never scared.

For in this garden, we see the past,
The memories we hold, that forever last,
The moments of life, that forever shine,
A garden of memories, that's always divine.

So let us walk, through the garden of memories,
A place of reflection, that forever carries,
The moments of life, that we hold so dear,
A garden of memories, that's always near.