Through the garden
We walked
Slowly, careful not to
Turn the leaves
Or squash the buds
Of spring to come
As we walked
The wind remembered
Our presence
And settled
Not only did we find
Beauty and youth
But there was also
Peace and an
Easing harmony
As we let our
Hearts rise to the
Sky while we
Counted petals
And smelled blossoms
Of citrus forming beneath
A leaf
And though the beauty
Powerful,
It is as well tender
And gentle
