In me lies a garden br a garden of unbloomed br thoughts br feelings br alive with the coming of spring br they await to be unveiled br on fields of white br longing to be enjoyed by others br who garden like I br br When fully bloomed br other gardeners will come to see the beautiful br expanse of my thoughts and feelings full relized br to smell there power br to hold it and make it there own br br In me lies a garden br a garden of unbloomed br thoughts br feelings br alive with the coming of spring br they wait to be unveiled br on fields of white br longing to be enjoyed by others br who garden like Ibr br vincent armonebr br