There's a  special place 
Where I can go
To think, to be at peace. 
A place which
Very few know but me...
A  place of solitude where I am free.

The whispering pines,
Mighty oaks, the flowers
Never repeat a word of the secrets 
I whisper to them, 
Standing there in their splendor
With me in my solitude .

Even the sparrows listen curiously
Then sing their little melodies, 
Promising me my secrets are safe. 
The silent, flitting of a butterfly
Feeding here  then  there brings
Such harmony in my life.

This is the place where I can go
That I share with very few
It's  my butterfly garden...
My place of serenity. 

~~Bunny~~
~5/26/2000~
Copyright © 2000 By ~Bunnylady~