This is my place of serenity,
wrapped in birdsong.
Freedom from the severity
of the evil that lives outside.
My clean place
where fingernails fill with soil.
My place of reflection
mixed with serenely gentle toil
Today feels like the dawn of summer
I will sit here passed the dusk.
In my blessed birdsong sanctuary
In my garden
In the place I cleanse my soul
In my truest home