Secret Garden

Found it in the trash

A track i never dropped

Last year’s sketch

Buried deep and soft

Rhymes too neat

Automatic classic?

Like monet’s headspace

Painted through the static

Little flat? maybe

But call me romantic

This pond with lilies still

Feels cinematic

Impression fades

But beauty cycles back

Cue the verse

Let’s step off the track

Quiet lake so still

Lily pads adrift

Shadows breathe and spill

In the golden mist

Sunlight through the trees

Draws a trembling line

A world that barely sleeps

In soft design

Secret garden waits

Deep where no one goes

Dreams beneath the shade

Blooming slow

Secret garden waits

Deep where no one goes

Dreams beneath the shade

Blooming slow

Hear the silence hum

Nature’s reverie

If you’re lost, become

What you used to be

Secret garden waits

Deep where no one goes

Dreams beneath the shade

Blooming slow

Secret garden waits

Deep where no one goes

Dreams beneath the shade

Blooming slow