One day I brought my journal with me as I enjoyed a morning at the garden, and wrote as I sat in contemplation:
Love spreads through the trees,
Green angels stirred by wind.
Waterfalls sing praise.
Green beauty ponders,
The sky changes with purpose.
Patient senses reach.
Patterns of rock flow,
Each plant with a role to play.
Asian beauty sings.
The path is simple~
The way emerges brightly.
I have no doubts now.
I am so grateful to have a relationship with such a divine garden.
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