Poets of old sang of a garden so beautiful
Even time stops there to stand and stare
Its crystal springs will invigorate souls
Its fruits of nectar will sensually soothe
Its shades will induce a blissful sleep
Its flowers bloom to an infinite hue
To find this elusive garden so beautiful
A treacherous trek one must undertake
On unmarked trails and crumpling bridges
With blistered soles and grumbling stomachs
Short-cuts there are, but who knows to where
For no one's come back or reached the other end
Trek past meadows, valleys, fiords and peaks
Their beauty will compel you to stand and stare
The trees will call you to their fruits and shade
Tired limbs will beg you to rest and rejuvenate
So tarry a while, to enjoy the fruits and views
But tarry too long and you'll forget the way...
To that Garden ever so beautiful
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
Poets of old sang of a garden so beautiful
Even time stops there to stand and stare
Its crystal springs will invigorate souls
Its fruits of nectar will sensually soothe
Its shades will induce a blissful sleep
Its flowers bloom to an infinite hue
To find this elusive garden so beautiful
A treacherous trek one must undertake
On unmarked trails and crumpling bridges
With blistered soles and grumbling stomachs
Short-cuts there are, but who knows to where
For no one's come back or reached the other end
Trek past meadows, valleys, fiords and peaks
Their beauty will compel you to stand and stare
The trees will call you to their fruits and shade
Tired limbs will beg you to rest and rejuvenate
So tarry a while, to enjoy the fruits and views
But tarry too long and you'll forget the way...
To that Garden ever so beautiful
