These poems were written by Richard’s class.
Standing in this quiet garden surrounded
By tall trees, I feel how with each passing
Minute I’m charged with positive energy.
Watching the fishes who are floating in the
Calm lake and inhale scent of the
Surrounding me, I’m feeling in harmony
With nature. This magic place gives m
Incentive to learn, improve myself and I
Can transfer my mirth into a fairy
Tale of the Grimm Brothers
–Hristo
Don’t drop it
Trees
Stop growing
Waterfalls
stop watering
as I will
some
time
May I
still blossom
from now on
–Marie-Pier
This poem is not about me or them
I’m diving into serenity
loving Nature, peaceful and contemplative
The visit to a garden
brings your mind to think
about life and body
Air and water mix together
to give life to earth
and all living creatures
—Lotfi
Everyone looks for the truth
Does an unconditional truth exist?
Maybe, but where?
Some people think it’s outside us,
I think these types of people are wrong
The idea that happiness is outside it’s an illusion
It would be too easy.
Find the true happiness,
It’s not easy
It’s hard, it’s inside us
Deeply, profoundly inside us
This truth is an infinite beauty
Lost inside our heart
–Justine
Can we prune this kind of tree?
A bonsai is a miniature tree
A pretty little Chinese girl is a miniature human being.
Simplicity is the paragon of beauty . . .
. . . even though she had grabbed some pebbles . . .
Fluidity is the path or liveliness . . .
. . . even though she has thrown them on the soft moss.
Cultivation and care requires techniques and tools:
-trimming your sorrow
-pruning your mind
-wiring your covetousness
-clamping your heart
Watering and repotting
–Francois-Xavier
Poem
He born on a waterfall
He grew up on rocks
Forty days under water
He couldn’t have known his direction
Until he found his destination
The power of water show him never to give up
After ten years surviving
The river drove him to the drain.
New horizon, new climate, new water,
The river drove him to the jungle
Where there’s no chances for weeks.
With difficulty he found the way to suit.
New races appear, new foods, new cultures.
To tame in the dark but he resisted giving up
The knowledge from his origins gives him credit
Everybody admires his potential to create.
But nobody dared ever to lot him compliments
And several days passed,
He was depressed.
Presently, everybody draws him at the new heartbeat
But like never before he feels alone.
Honored, genius, rich, young,
Practically, his life is complete.
He’s missing something.
Years passed and he performed
With new inventions.
But the problem is,
He’s old and he spent his life working
And unwittingly he forgot
To build a family
And now older than ever,
He’ll die alone.
–Anonymous
It’s a new place to live
But it doesn’t feel like home
It’s a beautiful place to live
But it is full of unknowns
–Homesick
The water reminds me the sea
The sea in my town where I grew up.
Where there is the childhood home
A home where are memories
Memories of my childhood
Yes, sea is childhood!
–Miriem
The young man was sitting down
beside a stone lantern, thinking
about the young lady.
About the young relationship
About the choice he made in his life.
There are so many roads he can take.
But he had learned from his mistakes.
The young man found the good way, when
he was sitting down, thinking
about the young lady.
—Frederic
Endless River
The water flows down the river
Cascading a lifelong distance.
Encountering obstacles along the way,
That shape her uniqueness.
The direction amend,
To follow the path of endless dreams . . .
Until she reaches the ending point
–A.
Do simple
You walk with head up
Enjoy all the little things
Regret nothing
–Me
Tired
Tired of being just a friend
Tired of pretending it’s okay
Tired of always walking by myself
–O.
Poem
Near the waterfall
Moves an old fantastic bridge
The old bridge stays still
In a small garden
Two lanterns showed me the way
The garden is big
And now was the end
Nothing is what it seems to
The journey perdure.
–Flexxx
Tamed are the trees
And so are my fears
Whispers of their leaves
Above the moss carpet
Delicate shades of green
Advising : be quiet.
–Camille
Poem
Like the reflection of the pond’s water
I’m what you see.
But you can’t see deep inside the water
I’m like a myth. You heard about me
But you can’t know what is really the truth
I’m like the Ying and the Yang
I am the combination of your perception of me and mine
–Chalalah
Poem
As a tree
I grew up quickly
The faster isn’t the better
See, I’m tall
not enough to see through the walls
After all, I’m still reaching for sun
I’m done in the greenhouse
I cut the roots restraining me
You can’t control me
I’ll be happy
Too sad, I’m the one responsible for those upheavals
Too quickly, I built that green house and those tall walls.
–A.
People are walking around me
Faster and faster
Never know where they are heading
They only walk fast
They make noise on the ground
While forgetting to leave their mark on the grand
–Gabrielle
The waterfall is
behind us and the river
polishes us for good
Our past mistakes are
behind us. They gloss our life
who is the river.
–Youcef
I
am the son of the Nitobe Garden
I
am the son of the Nitobe Garden
Who
needs the “Alarm rock” to be alerted to what happens ahead
Who
crosses the sorrow as he crosses the “Stream’s stepping stones”
Who
uses the “Lanterns” to make right choices
Who
takes break in the “Family viewing pavillon” to do his life check assessment
Who
dreams to live in the “Small Island” without stress
I
am the son of the Nitobe Garden
–Nordine
