Warrior in a Garden

Whispered winds, silent truths untold

A peaceful stance within the chaos' fold

In the quiet of the blooms, I stand my ground

Where whispers of serenity are often found

Would I rather wield a sword in peaceful cheer?

Than hide my hands in war's relentless mirror?

Strength in stillness, power in calm

A gentle heart can be a mighty arm

The garden’s grace, a soulful art

A warrior’s soul with a gentle heart

Better to be a warrior in a garden

Than a gardener caught in a war's dark parades

Peace blooms where fierce storms used to harden

In love and strength, the true strength cascades

So I nurture hope amidst the thorns

In every flower, a battle reborn

The armor’s patience, the sword is patience

Armed with kindness, I face my station

Silent strength, in tender way

Power grows in the light of day

A humble heart, a mighty part

A warrior’s soul with a gentle heart

Better to be a warrior in a garden

Than a gardener caught in a war's dark parades

Peace blooms where fierce storms used to harden

In love and strength, the true strength cascades

In the eye of the storm, I find my peace

In nurturing, my battles cease

Grow with grace, fight with love

My spirit soars like the dove

So I choose to stand in blooming grace

In this garden, I embrace my place

Better to be a warrior in a garden

Than to live in war's relentless parade