Velvet Meadows

You can hear it in the quiet of the wet foliage Resting in tranquil suspension upon its frames Of different designs ranging from tree to brush Flavoured by mint, basil, rosemary and sage Herbs and fruits with vegetables and nuts Each in its specific place ordained to adorn The interwoven tapestries hanging from pane to pane One after the other stringing in rows of chaos The deepening levels of the ever stretching forest Perpetuate elegantly well placed over the ages At certain given times of day the place grows quiet With no wind and little sound within the holy solace Man may stand there in sheer awe of the garden A place he did not come to but somehow found The sweet places in life where chasing winds wane The fine things we appreciate that come from within Are showered in the velvet meadows of our minds I pray that the light might shine through mine eyes As a father would hope for his son in this world Where there once was only darkness his voice is heard

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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