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The Tranquil Garden

Feb 9, 2023
2 min read

By P Hadassah Joyce Pushpa


At the end of the day, I was feeling so fatigued

I then came to my bed

And said,

"I wish to go to a garden green

Wherein not a single trouble be seen.”

Then suddenly the wall

Was no longer there at all

Instead, there appeared a garden tranquil

With many beautiful jonquils

I went closer, feeling intrigued!

The garden had smooth grass

Awesome green bushes and trees

And a blowing breeze that soothes me

Oh, the colorful roses

Their beautiful power discloses!

The magnificent, clear, deep blue sky

Pleasing, and tranquil to my eye

The firmament above, so deep blue

With stars shining like diamonds true

And the moon looking like glass!




This calming breeze blows again

Refreshing the tranquil of the garden

Then all of a sudden

There glows this green light

I then turn to my right

And see the lavenders blooming live

The placidness of the garden coming alive!

More tall and exotic trees

How pacific they'd be

Planted just like a green emerald chain

The leaves gently, once more, rustle in the garden

As to remind me of something

I loved the pacific of the garden for one thing

I just can't stay away from the tranquil

And the lavenders blooming in live

Making me feel more alive

But the garden turns golden

All of a sudden

Illuminated by the sun's rays unhidden

That means, it's morning, oh my oh my!

Then the garden disappears

The room reappears

Then goes the beam

Revealing it was all just a dream!

I'll miss the breeze and roses

And their power that discloses!

But with me will remain the tranquil

I'll never forget the jonquils

They'll always remain with me....


By P Hadassah Joyce Pushpa





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