Thoughts in my head # 39 or what kind of garden do you have?

I go on foot to a beautiful garden. Carefully enter the slightly open garden gate, on tiptoe so as not to frighten off the bird that meets me. It stands with a beautiful tail and raising her wings, as if inviting me. It turns out I'm not just a guest here, they are waiting for me. There are beautifully blossoming flowers all around, their aroma is dope, carries away, intoxicates. It's nice to walk barefoot on the tender grass. This garden is reminiscent of maternal care, love, fatherly protection and reliability. Warm, calm, cozy. As if from nowhere there is a fountain appear, the water shimmers with multicolored highlights from the sun. I reach out my hand. Water seeps through my fingers. I want to drink from this life-giving source, it filled with energy and purity. There is a stream, a small mountain stream, little further behind the powerful pines. I want to fill the flask with it's source. Although ... No. I can return here at any time, this is my garden. The brightness of colors captures, I want to enjoy every bush, every tree, blade of grass, every scent, everything is created with great love. No benches, yes, they do not need here. Bright green grass invites me to sit down on it, my fingers run trough it like through the hair, pat. Softness, tenderness, comfort. I go to bed closing my eyes - how long have I been there? Why could not I have found it before ?! This garden is magical. I feel the unity with myself in it, nature, and the world. The singing of birds caresses the ear, I feel the softness of the cover with every cell of my body, I want to breathe in full breast here. There is nothing to be afraid of, it is mine, it is for me - so that I can come back here to rest from anxieties, worries, works, cares. It fills me. It is a pity that I forgot about its existence, thanks for waiting for me all this time.
And what kind of garden do you have?