There a place at the back,
My little oasis,
My place to absorb by candle,
Wind in the leaves,
Words on the page,
Ripples In the water.
My oasis tends me,
As I tend it,
I breathe it in,
as the plants need the sun rays,
my oasis is,
like my garden spice,
like the rays of many suns.
Jim French
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-spice/
