Analysis of My Shelter

Alone in my shelter, where no one is allowed.
I dream of a garden, filled with beautiful flowers.
So far away from the noise of the crowd.
In a place is so very secret, I will never be found.
Tending to my garden, I give all of my attention,
Nurturing petals so rarely seen, they are pale
and have no dimension.
I whisper words of color, with tenderness I clean.
My garden is now more beautiful, as vibrant blossoms
surround me.
A wave of healing centers my delicate soul.
Within this mystical place, I am now truly free.