A garden breeds hope by way of beauty and potential,
The wonder of it all creeps inside, growing exponential,
All living things vibrate uniquely, if you bother to notice,
They speak profoundly through your eyes like a natural Codice,
Every time you commune with nature it's a religious experience,
And you return home with better understanding of your essence,
So be kind to all Gods creatures and the planet they all inhabit,
Lest you find yourself enjoying evil as foodstuff for devils palate,
So be ever mindful of how you treat others regardless of species,
Karma may reward with good health or doom you to disease,
So my point is that gardens grow medicine as well as tasty calories,
Majestic trees and rocks feed spiritually and herbs look after refractories.
~ Farls Tokley
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Past Tense Defence
PoetryThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
