expressions

And I want to come across the secret garden that is your mind. I want to hear and sing with the birds. I want to climb the trees and see for forever. And I want to find all the burrs and weeds that are growing and established, and pull them out with my bare hands, regardless of the thorns. And then I'd water the thirsty plants, giving the flowers and fruits their fragrance. And there I would stay, nestled in your thoughts and hopes, tending the wilderness within.