Ch51: A secret garden.

A garden hidden from the world,

Where shadows weep.

Each flower holds a delicate secret,

Were whispers run deep.

A place where each secret, sows a different seed,

Locked down beneath the ground,

Where nature buries it's greed.

Red, blue, green and orange,

Each shade tells a different story.

A story hidden from the surface world,

Burning inside it's own glory.

It is not a garden but a sacred place,

A place that nurtures and listens to you.

Holding deepest secrets from coming out,

Whilst the flowers pray for you.