On the orange side of paradise
Walking through a poppy field
Searching for a tangible illusion
An Eden very well concealed

Violent marigold storms pass
Sun dripping gardens emerge
Finding such beauty actualized
Sitting among flowering spurge

Illuminated among little stars
The balmy ethereal nights
Dangerous oleanders dance
Under a faint sheen of lights

Larks perched on pear trees
Singing for the patient flowers
The most lurid lullaby
A placid scene all ours