My Garden

My garden is a place

Where my tensions

Are flushed away

By the rustling

Of the leaves.

My eyes feel relaxed

By seeing the colourful

Painted birds dancing

On the trees.

The fragrance

Of the flowers

Fill my body with sweetness.

When the trees

Support me

In my difficulties

I feel the luckiest.

My leaves

Give so fresh air

That my

Illness gets scared.

My garden is magical

And helps me

In every way.

I like to talk with them

And stroll

Underneath their shade.

When I have to go out

My aloe vera is always there.

My garden bore

So sweet fruits

(though they come very rare)

The whole house is filled

Like a market

In a fair.

The juicy mangoes

Come in the summer air,

I thank my tree

For the same.

My garden helps me to be positive

And cares me

More than anyone else