There are walls around my garden,
they are strong and rude,
for there are flowers yet to bloom,
and beliefs easy to be misunderstood.
there is a delicate child waiting for lullabies,
for gentle hands to water the plants,
I made the walls high and rough,
many fell trying to make their way up,
for they didn’t come to sow seeds,
but to pluck the longest living tulips,
those who were able to come inside,
were covered with the brightest sunshine,
bed of love and roses,
a garden of spiritual verses,
for eternity they telescoped their eyes,
to see how far my garden grows.
The cover photo was taken in Keukenhof, Netherlands