In the Garden of my Soul

In the mysterious
Garden of my soul
Many plants grow,
Flowers in many hues,
The sunny and bright,
The dark and the blues,
Some, exotic and rare,
Many, average and fair,
A few parasitic weeds,
Others are strange reeds,
Yes, the spectrum
Of the universe
Lives in the
Garden of my soul
In rhyme and verse.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz