She was walking in the garden

I walk in Your garden
Velvet gentle paths,
I'm afraid the birds will be frightened in this paradise
And they will trample the grass of virginity.

Is it a dream or not? But I don't care...
For now Om, my soul sings,
Nature is pristine and magical
It grows in me like a garden.

Everything is in you, find your garden, create it!
Sow beautiful and good deeds.
Then he will be filled with emerald
And blossom Love with flowers.

(Viktoria Davydova 09.02.21)