Life's a Garden

Life’s a garden where freedom blooms,

Amidst the walls of societal rooms,

Rooted deep in traditional rules,

Where mistakes wear masks, and silence fools.

Where dreams are vast,

And desires grow vaster,

Where grey ashes of fire from days are gone past 

Still glow beneath each new dawn's laughter.

Where silence hums with unheard songs,

And roots hold tight, though they feel so wrong.

Where pink wings rise, bold , brave and bright,

Nurtured in softness, chasing

 the light.