My Soul Is A Garden

My soul is a garden...

My soul is a garden that only I have grown,
And only my tears can water my garden.

In my soul I plant love, pains and joys,
And the sunlight of my hope keeps it warm.

In my soul tilling begins at dawn,
And there I sow harmony, plowing without pause.

I also plant songs, mowing my agony,
And I plant the symphonies I will hear by the sea.

There is a river in my garden, a torrent at times,
Caressed by the unending whistling of the breeze.

Springs of musical notes flow through my garden,
Pretending its music to banish my grief.

I am my own gardener...

My garden is so mine, my garden is so wide,
That only the infinity can measure its reach.

In my garden there are many prayers planted,
And God wants to answer them with plentiful gifts.

I raise countless prayers of love to the heavens,
They are the birds needed to scatter the seeds.

No one can fence my garden,
It has freed itself from so many ties...

My garden is for those who seek a refuge,
And want to feed their souls with the abundant fruits of love and tenderness,

That is has so sweetly gathered.

My soul is a garden that I grow for you
and for all that want true love.