My garden

Hidden among walls made of stone
This garden offers me
Trees’ branches and fresh water
With an exquisite and delicate perfume
Flowers’ essence is on the air
I take a deep breath
How silent it is! Could the world be like this?
Clouds catwalk on the sky
The breeze far away gently touches the leaves of the trees.
Yet, the time urges us to move on
To grow up and
To escape in company of roses’ petals.
The fresh air comes back
With the night
With the stars as if forgetting
My own sensation of inner peace.