the secret garden

imagine a garden full of many flowers born in the month of april where it all blossoms you enter a place that sets you free from imprisoment that is smother with abuse as you walk down that garden, you feel the air that is breezier than the docks by the shores you see the birds chirping that sounds like a luther vandross harmony you see the trees that stand mightier than hatred of thunderstorms you lay down with your mind, body, and soul cleansing with healing. Not ever having that feeling of sorrow and pain at that moment, there is no rain. don't worry, you won't have any acid stain you are laying on the garden rolling over on the grass atmosphere is more peaceful than an angry fan expressing disgust the secret garden is that place that venting your feelings is a must the secret garden is a place to pray, scream, talk, meditate, and even cry its you against the garden. that place is not your enemy. its the place that embraces you with tranquility and warmth the secret garden is the place that gives hope that love still exists the secret garden is the place to make love with someone that embodies you presence the secret garden is the place that someone cherish the day like sade the secret garden is the place full of beauty in which a woman feels beautiful. the secret garden is that place