THE GARDEN

I am free to walk in my nature;

Where I travel with the wind that translates me;

In poetry that shines in splendor;

And, I write verses for my happiness;

Looking at the blue sky in clouds, I feel it;

The breeze of peace in a lyrical corner;

So, I feel embraced in a recitation;

That only the choir of angels extols me;

And it makes me time like birds;

That fly winged in my company;

Which has long since become a beautiful garden.