The garden of Zen

by LadyKnightingham   Nov 4, 2015


The still, flowing pond hidden in Shadows
No one speaks, It's quiet, like its soft spring meadows.
The rocks sit along the rivers pond.
Though they don't move, they are quite fond.
The trees don't sway in the cool crisp breeze.
They just stand tall, not one push could gently ease.
The path that runs to the bridges bend.
leads on to the quiet garden of zen.

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