THE GARDEN WITHIN.
My body is a garden of quiet soil,
where breath falls softly like morning dew,
and every heartbeat tills the earth within,
preparing space for love to grow.
Beneath my skin, roots wander deep,
searching for warmth in hidden places.
Every touch becomes a drop of rain,
every smile a seed of light.
Love walks gently through this garden,
barefoot among the growing things.
It plants wild hope between the ribs
and waters dreams with tender hands.
Sometimes storms pass through the body—
petals fall and branches sway.
Yet the soil remembers every bloom
and waits for sunlight once again.
So we tend the gardens that we are,
with patience, breath, and open hearts.
For love is the life that feeds our roots
and keeps our inner fields alive.
H