Secret Garden

In its stillness and emptiness lies the beauty,
of so much that lies out there,
so much thats not known.

No soul knows what lies beyond the lofty mountains,
a place that may unravell untold treasures.

Theres so much more to this world than what we know,
millions of places we may never go.
Why we live in a world so small?
Smaller than what the world really is.

Everyday can be a new adventure,
every discovery can be a new world.
So why dont we go out?

What do we fear?
The emptiness of the unknown,
or the fear of disturbing the beauty,
of something so beautifully still?

We may never enter the nature's secret garden,
maybe its beauty lies protected in the fact that it is unknown.