The Garden's Steadfast Heartbeat

The garden breathes, a steady, verdant pulse,
The living heartbeat of our cherished home.
Through changing seasons, it will never repulse,
A constant rhythm, where our spirits roam.

It feels the sun, the gentle, falling rain,
The subtle shifts of life, from bud to bloom,
Nurturing growth, dispelling every pain,
And chasing shadows from the deepest gloom.

The quiet strength of roots beneath the ground,
The vibrant colors, bursting forth anew,
A cyclical dance, profoundly found,
Reflecting all the life that passes through.

It saw the hands that toiled with loving care,
The children playing, laughter light and free,
The quiet moments, banishing all despair,
Beneath the shelter of a favorite tree.

It bears the marks of time, the winter's chill,
The summer's bounty, generous and vast,
A silent witness, tranquil, calm, and still,
A living chronicle, built to truly last.

This garden's heartbeat, constant, strong, and deep,
A vibrant extension of the home's own soul,
The silent promises our spirits keep,
Making the fragmented spirit truly whole.

It symbolizes peace, a deep, abiding grace,
A timeless comfort, in its steady glow,
The very essence of this cherished place,
Where life and solace endlessly will flow.

- Khushi Kaul