In the garden of the mind, whispers softly tread,
Where shadows dance with light, and dreams are gently fed.
A place of quiet solace, where the weary heart can mend,
In the tender embrace of thoughts that softly blend.

Within these sacred walls, where silence finds its voice,
The echoes of the past and future gently make their choice.
A tapestry of moments, woven with care and grace,
Telling tales of resilience, in this sacred space.

Here, the storms may rage, yet peace finds its way,
Through the tangled vines of doubt, breaking light of day.
The heart learns to listen, to the gentle call within,
In the dance of acceptance, where healing can begin.

So tend to this garden, with kindness and with love,
For the soul’s quiet corners are blessed from above.
Let the whispers guide you, through valleys and through peaks,
In the embrace of understanding, the heart truly speaks.