In the garden

The wind flows softly

carrying the sweet smell of roses

in it's breeze, birds chirp happily

the sun shines high above

long grasses sway, the rose bush comes into view

a bee buzzes lazily around

the stream saunters slowly down

a bunch of wildflowers grow scattered along the hill

a sense of ease is felt everywhere

sunlight filtering through the branches

a long winding path leading to a secluded waterfall

the perfect spot on the grass to lie down

some of the freshest and coldest water to drink

fruit grown abundantly

a dream, where things are soft and hazy

when the maze is never winding

simple things

where there is no second guessing

where there is no hunger

no suffering

some say its paradise

some say it's a dream

some say it's of your own making

a garden, serene.