Providing Wonder and Inspiration
I’m in the garden I adore,
But I guess it is time to move.
I love the flowers, love the shrubs,
Love the way the sun comes down,
But in the end, the garden does not want me.
I strike out, new garden bound,
Tears adorn my eyes. I had
My love, I gave my support,
But it did not want I.
So now I travel, praying I find my refuge.
