Whispers of a Tree

Whispers of a TreeIn a garden bathed in golden light,A woman walks, her heart in flight.Amongst the leaves, her secrets hide,The stories of her joy and strife.Each petal whispers of her past,Of dreams she thought would always last.But in the shadows, regrets reside,Waiting for the moment to confide.Yet in the breeze, a gentle call,Echoes through the garden wall.It speaks of amends, of second chances,Of finding beauty in life's dances.The woman pauses, her heart unsure,Can she embrace what lies in store?But in the rustle of the trees,She hears a promise on the breeze.For in this garden, she can see,The chance to be truly free.To let go of regrets and fears,And blossom into her truest years.With courage blooming in her chest,She steps forward, ready to invest.In the garden of her soul's delight,She becomes the most beautiful sight.Amongst the trees, she finds her place,A symbol of strength and grace.For in the garden's gentle plea,She found the woman she was meant to be.-JBRMusic: “Broke