Don't Drink Bees

Walking the maze Searching for the hidden Garden A bench A niche just for me Within the mass Of thorny hedges That surround me I am lost In the immensity I am tired By the search I wonder if a garden exists For me In this place I… more »

The sun holds me gently in its light The wind strokes my hair Together, they seek out and dry any tears But there are no tears to find I am at peace In Nature's embrace I feel loved more »