To, the Garden of Life

There’s flowers in a garden,
There’s a bunch of them, I see.
I plucked one always,
Not to seem too lonely.
Paths crossed ahead and a Smile appeared,
Wider than one I’d ever seen.
Now, I wasn’t so lonely,
This time I got company.
These are fiction words,
Please, Read the lines deeply.
I want you to see, all that I actually mean.
It’s within you to find the smile,
Within you, to find Peace.
Pick the flower, you choose to be,
And the smile will appear, just believe.

I bought myself one flower, too.
One White rose precisely.
My smile, in turn, bought me,
My own garden.
My dream.
My Reality.