RETURN TO TRANQUILITY
Home from the city’s clamour and haste,
I return to my land, where my spirit finds grace. πΏ
In the wild sanctuary of my garden so free,
Each bloom unfolds, a tender verse to me. πΈ
With hands deep in earth, I guide spring’s flight,
As bulbs stir awake, revealing pure delight. π±
I behold the fruits of my laborious toil,
Finding joy in the life nurtured from soil. πΎ
Summer stirs softly, its promise draws near,
New life emerging, vibrant and clear. βοΈ
The valley softens in twilight’s embrace,
My soul finds solace as shadows interlace. π
Wrapped in the cedarβs sweet, fragrant grace,
A silver whisper fills this sacred space. π²
The mountains stand sentinel, the sea lies still,
As evening descends, a tranquil thrill. π
Master Boonππ
