My Garden with Its Silence

MY GARDEN with its silence

and the pulses of fragrance that come and go

on the airy undulations,

affects me like sweet music.

Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully

through the bars.

Among my flowers and trees,

Nature takes me into her own hands,

and I breathe freely as the first man.

- Alexander Smith

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