Poems of an Introvert

Emotions Among the Garden

I'm tired.

Let me lay with the lilies as the great willow weeps for me.

Let the birds sing a lullaby through the trees, the wind gently caressing the grass.

Let the creek bubble and flow, twisting and turning, accompanying the birdsong with its gentle rush.

Let the dragonflies flit back and forth, dancing with the bees, as the buttercups sway down to wish me "Sweet dreams".

Let the meadow, full of life and beauty, allow me to breath its essence.

Let me rest.