There's a special place
Where I can go
To think, to be at peace.
A place which
Very few know but me...
A place of solitude where I am free.
The whispering pines,
Mighty oaks, the flowers
Never repeat a word of the secrets
I whisper to them,
Standing there in their splendor
With me in my solitude .
Even the sparrows listen curiously
Then sing their little melodies,
Promising me my secrets are safe.
The silent, flitting of a butterfly
Feeding here then there brings
Such harmony in my life.
This is the place where I can go
That I share with very few
It's my butterfly garden...
My place of serenity...
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