secrets

There are secrets in my garden

You need but walk a piece

You will stumble on a flower

And a butterfly at ease

Walk but just a couple steps

You almost see them grow

The purple and the yellow

But please walk a little slow

There are secrets in my garden

A prairie dog you might  see

A pansy or a daisy

However please be quiet

Not to disturb the frog so lazy

Or the fountains where angels sit

I invite you in my garden

Where joy is laid and kept

For this is to be kept,
and only for me.

Preserving the fruits
of love are here.

Seasoned just right,
so they would be near.

So keeper of my pantry,
throw away my key.

So no one would enter,
but God and me.

copyrighted: CMM 1998