The Secret Garden Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Let the golden silence reign absolute;
Unwelcome is noise in the house of thought.
So much to explore in the universe of mind,
Hued richly with precious gems of every kind!
Light enters inside, so glintingly beautiful,
Ink takes on new images and shapes, blackly.
Bees breeze by August, seeking their honey,
Rabbits hop high grass, down in the country.
Above, the milky stars compel us to wonder,
Racing toward scintillating, blazing infinity.
Yesterday's avenues of blooms live there also!