There once was a garden surrounded by a wall,
no one ever entered, no one came to call.
Inside there were flowers and old majestic trees,
green lawns of velvet, butterflies soaring in the breeze.
People walking by never looked inside,
the beauty was concealed, the garden chose to hide.
At the end of summer blossoms dropped without sound,
seeds carried by the wind burrowed in the ground.
During the long, cold winter seeds sleep beneath the earth,
until the warmth of Spring, a time for rebirth.
Outside the garden wall exquisite flowers grew,
people looked beyond the wall and discovering something new.
They tried to enter the garden, but the gate was tightly locked,
only one chipped away until access was unblocked.
Entering the garden, beauty dazzled within,
to many years invisible, sadly, what a sin.
No one had been willing to look beyond the wall,
they only saw the surface and accepted it as all.
This is often true in life when a wall protects one's core,
many people may walk by but few will explore.
It's a rare and caring person willing to conquer a wall,
for most it's not their problem, let the person choose withdrawal.
How sad to miss the garden of someone's beautiful soul,
but the surface beckons the shallow and depth is not the goal.