Bed Of My Soul

 

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	1/12/2001 6:34:13 AM 11/3/2009 4:01:54 AM	153

Bed Of My Soul

Bed of my soul
Made from dark rich earth
Where I become whole
A comfortable place to grow
A serenetic glow
A sweet tranquil bouquet
Where I nurture, weed and water
It every single day

Love is my favourite ingredient
I fertilize my bed with care
I water it in deep
Always keep it within reach
So if my soul is drooping
Feeling parched or dry
Liquid love does wonders
When heartily applied

Weeding is a must
Without it my bed gets choked
My soul would become dust
Blown away by a gust
So out goes all the thorns
Along with any aggravating prickles
My soul needs air to be free
A choked soul cannot breathe

If I look after the bed of my soul
Treat it just right
Then I think it just might
Help my soul to grow
Into a beautiful tree of wisdom
Then I can depart seeds from my heart
A guarantee my soul will last
Forever and ever

Janine Daniel

By: Janine Daniel

Author's Comments

Bed of my Soul, not an easy topic to write about.

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	1/12/2001 6:34:13 AM 11/3/2009 4:01:54 AM	153

Author	Email	Web
Janine Daniel	spinnys@hotmail.com	www.spinnys.com

Total Comments: 1

Comments
Shannon Wendler			1/12/2001 7:22:49 AM
mmmmmmm......good stuff I like the last part, If I look after the bed of my soul Treat it just right Then I think it just might Help my soul to grow Into a beautiful tree of wisdom Then I can depart seeds from my heart A guarantee my soul will last Forever and ever Shannon