Private Garden

This is a poem that takes a peek into an unusual garden.

Private Garden

In the garden of my mind
The day begins with a silent sunrise.
Thoughts are varied like flowers planted days or years before.
The haze of sleepiness clears to become a brilliant clarity all around.
My mind focuses on the essence of a single idea.
I wait to feel a strange expectation pass.
New thoughts oscillate until a pleasant balance is reached.
These sensations penetrate like the rain
Or float around like a royal monarch butterfly,
That visits flowers and begins pollination of new ideas.
There is splendor in the moment of fruition of the ideas.
Life has sown new seeds.
New thoughts will begin to grow.
I will be living these thoughts
And later enjoy what I have reaped.