Garden of Mind

The sunrays dance on the ground as the leaves move in a gentle breeze. The gravel under my feet crunches pleasantly and the branches keep time with my heartbeat. Everything stills as I fill my lungs with the fragrant air.
Neverending display of plants meets my eyes.
Red, green and white pepper corns on their vines, hanging in clusters like grapes of wrath.
Pineapple crowns peaking out of the underbrush with their defensive prickle.
Bananas carelessly reflecting the gold of sun in a burst of joy.
Coffee beans hiding coyly under the leaves, full of hope and peace.
Magical. Real.