#MemoryGarden

On this flower bed, the wind is my witness,
To hopes that rise and fears that creep,
To dreams I hold and loves I cherish,
As life's unfolding story, I keep.

The wind, a listener ever keen,
Across the fields, through rustling trees,
It carries sighs, soft and unseen,
Where nature weaves its mysteries.

It hears the laughter, light and free,
It knows the battles won and lost,
And feels the tears that fall for me,
And binds my spirit at all cost.

For in this moment, serene and still,
Nature's secrets, the wind fulfills.

#TheWindOnAFlowerBed
© Lai Montes