The Secret Garden
There's rambling roses slowly growing,
And a creaking mossy swing is groaning,
Birds will swoop throughout the day,
Snatching shiny fruit along the way,
Plants will grow and stretch up high,
To steal a sun ray from the sky,
There's a sparkling stream a flowing,
And still the magic keeps on growing,
The sandstone walls will never crumble,
As long as flowery blossom tumbles,
The weathered gate shall never fail,
Or shatter in an angry gail,
None shall ever mute the lark,
Nor make this secret garden stark,
It shall grow on blossoming love, ...
I saw a butterfly one day
Delicate as lace
I pondered as I slowly walked
What god had made his angel face?
Passing by the swans glassy lake
A hummingbird swooped low
I wondered as I trailed on
What made his strength and beauty so?