Zen Garden Poem by Frances Madrid
Zen Garden
Time for wind to whip through the alcove
Trees, sing to the stars
Dancing around the heavens
With their ancient grace
Time for rolling water to lap at rocks
At pond's edge
To contemplate those nimble caresses
Of gentle wear
Plenty of time to wonder and to be
Part of the rhythm
As each breath expands into the air
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