A light, cool breeze on my face,
Soft rain dripping down my hair.
My blooming garden covered in lace
The perfume reaches my nose from the fresh morning air.
I walk down the gray, stony path,
As it leads me towards the blooming garden.
I walk in peace, knowing that I am in no wrath.
Each blooming flower though different
Is pretty in its own unique way.
Some I look at, others I stop and smile,
And others, I bend down to smell them.
The scent of each flower catches onto my clothes.
I carry each one in my heart forever engraved.
As I reach the end of this journey
The end of the garden I look up and smile.
The memory of the scent of each flower
Is still fresh in my mind.
But further ahead they have bloomed,
For their inner essence, along with their outward beauty
They have become more pure.
I open my arms
And embrace my life
I know there is no further need for me to roam,
And feel the scents of paradise urging me to run
The gates are open and I know
That I am finally home.