Through The Garden Gate
I travel alone. No one knows where I am going. My thoughts
are all I have with me. In the garden I will solve problems, I will listen to
the quiet of a summer day. I will soak in the sweet tunes sang by the little birds
who live here. I will learn who I am and what I want to be. I will become
a new person when I enter the garden, Through The Garden Gate.
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