In a meadow deep where silence sighs,
A thoughtful soul with wondering eyes,
Wanders softly, cradling the light,
In the garden of dreams, both day and night.

With a face full of questions, a canvas of doubt,
Seeking the truths that the heart calls out.
Why does the sun rise?Why does it set?
What is the lesson in moments we fret?

Time stands still in this sacred space,
Where whispers of time grant a lingering grace.
The tick of the clock yields to breath’s soft flow,
Within this embrace, all the answers may grow.

An eternal flower blooms bright and bold,
With petals of wisdom, to have and to hold.
It never withers, through storms and through tears,
A symbol of hope that transcends all fears.

Under its shade, the questions unwind,
Each petal a story, a truth to remind.
The beauty of seeking, the joy of the quest,
In the heart of uncertainty, we find our best.

So wander on gently, let curiosity thrive,
In the garden of wonder, let your spirit dive.
For every question that lingers like art,
Is a seed planted deep in the soil of the heart.

Tomaž Jevšenak