The Garden I Carry Inside

The Garden I Carry Inside

My mind is a quiet garden, soft like soil after rain.
My thoughts are tiny seeds, fluttering like sparrows in my hand.

They can grow into flowers, bright as little suns in summer fields,
Or into weeds curling around my days like shadows looking for a home.

So I choose to plant sweet seeds, light as morning petals on the breeze,
For when I grow flowers inside me, my life glows like a spring garden in bloom.