Surfer's poem: The secret garden

I searched through my pocket and found a key, and I new it was a beginning of a mystery, writes Tanusha Goswami. Your contribution

I searched through my pocket and found a key
And I new it was a beginning of a mystery.
I followed a bird to a gate unknown
And something was written on the gate with a stone.

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"If you have the key which opens this door
You will think it's a marvelous place for sure
Take care of it if it is in bad condition
And the garden will bloom again full of imagination"

I opened the door and went inside
I saw dead plants at the left and right
The garden had to be again green and blue
I decided that's what I am going to do.

The very next day I started digging
And week after week the plants started living.
I told no one about my secret place
Except my dog name Rufface.

It looked like an ordinary well-taken garden
That's what everybody would say
But for me it is different
Because I made the garden look pretty and gay.

Tanusha Goswami, Bluebells International School, Delhi