Chatterbox: Inkwell

Try to guess who I am! This is a poem I wrote to give you clues.

I walk among a garden,

I breathe the fresh, clean air.

I note the sunny lawn,

Laid with green grass fair.

Trouble worn, worry lined,

I want to let go of all. 

And in that sea, crisp and clean,

I just let worries fall. 

The rosebush is dimpled,

smilin' in the shade;

The ferns give comfort

Around the forest glade.

The daisies show

their sweet, sweet smile;

Clearly inviting me

To stay for a while.

They wave in the wind, 

on top of green stems,

"Please come sit with us!"

Say the pure, white gems. 

So I sit among the daisies;

I rest in a cloud of white.

Suddenly, from anxious heart,

I know it will be alright.

"Thank you" I whisper,

To my friends.

"A gift you've given me,

A gift to lend."

"The gift you've give me,

I can pass on to others.

Thank you for sharing, for

All hurt and injury it covers."

I walk out of the garden,

renewed and restored.

Full of life, hope, joy:

Do not these ignore!