In the Garden of Thought, where ideas bloom,
We wander together, dispelling the gloom.
Each petal a concept, each fragrance a clue,
In this labyrinth of intellect, I find myself with you.
The roses of Virtue, so vivid and fair,
Whisper secrets of ethics, perfuming the air.
Buddhist lilies float gently on existential streams,
Guiding us softly through life's complex dreams.
The orchids of Karma, in shades of deep blue,
Remind us that actions have echoes, it's true.
And the daisies of Consequence, simple yet wise,
Tell tales of outcomes, no matter the size.
In this garden, my love, we're both free to roam,
Yet always connected, for this garden's our home.Unprompted poem, written by Karen.
