The Enchanted Garden

The Enchanted Garden

 

As the sunsets,

My soul begins to raise,

The ultimate phase,

Which I love to face.

 

strolling  through the aisles,

As I travel mile after mile,

I once to realized,

I am here,

Standing on the edge,

Of a fairy meadow,

Or else the enchanted gardens.

 

My nostrils filled,

With pleasant odors,

Sending sudden shudders,

Across my shoulders.

 

The gentle breeze,

Brightens my eyes,

Dilates my pupils,

Enlarges my heart.

 

Filling it with saccharine,

Courtesy of the pungent aroma,

Making me suffer,

From an emotional trauma.

 

Plethora of vivid flora,

 And the vibrant roses,

Clusters of flaccid aloe vera.

Representing more of a,

Grand dreamland.

 

Greenery spread far beyond,

The reach of eye.

As green as,

One can only imagine,

In their dream.

A picturesque scene,

Unseen!

 

I stood froze,

By the bed of rose,

With bliss and grace,

I let myself embrace,

Into the arms of nature’s cradle.

For whom,

I am a real clinomania.

 

Before I awake,

In another place.

Now I wonder;

Was it all in my head,

All the way?