In a beautiful garden
I have this bit of serenity
The imminent feeling of being completely alone
While being close to so many
The rush of water
Chimes of tangled branches
Shadows that balance a summer’s light
A ladybug that dances
She is paused
Preparing for flight
I remember so peacefully
This feeling brings the wool around my heart
That feeling is known as comfort
Knowing I am in a world
Where nature is the music
My own, hidden covert
They will always sing
It rings so conferring
To those who have the ears to hear it
Maybe that is it – we are our own
These hidden and beautiful worlds
Only few people really know
And every time a person comes to visit
To walk amongst these complex forests
They appreciate the beauty, the exquisite
And notice all those who walked these woods before
What did they leave behind?
And what did you fail to take out?
It does not matter
Nonetheless, it stays
A beautiful garden remains
Isabelle Justice 