The Fifty Third Poem- The Garden Hour
The Garden Hour As mysteries await, I sit in eagerness; Trees in my garden sway, As I while away in the lushness. Eerie whispers of insects Ring throughout my garden periphery, As I ponder and suspect Questions of life amidst this breathtaking scenery. The sound of dried leaves crumpling under my feet, And the whirl of winds rumbling around me, I feel a voice inside me waiting to greet, Waiting to check if I’d realise and see. It is the voice of silence within me, Trying to usher me into calmness and peace; “Your thoughts can just wait and be, I am embracing you a thousandfold, just feel at ease.” Sometimes just ‘being’ is what’s needed, The what-ifs can be thought about later; All of life’s conundrums will succeed, And all apprehensions will turn out for the better. So I sit on this quiet bench, While nature calms me today, And with peace in my mind I ascend, For the trees and the breeze will be mine everyday. -Jaanvi Veluguleti