The Garden 🌿

Im sat here now,
feeling weak,
Lethargic and tired,
Slouched in the chair, I sigh.

Momentum has gone,
its getting dark,
I feel sad.

I look at the plants in front of me, they neither worry nor suffer.

What would my father say to me now?
"All you have to do is stay indoors for a while, its spring, the weather is good and you have the garden."

Thats it, hearing that, I feel better, life isn't difficult, we complicate things, its simple really.

I sit upright, sniff and sigh again. Thank God for small mercy's.

The garden is beautiful, it is my refuge, my sanctuary, my paradise.

Im welling up, a lump in my throat. I can hear my father and see his face.

Its all becoming easy again. The weight is lightening. When I'm in the garden, I'm close to my father.