I slept in a garden of mushrooms
And dreamed the most elegant dream
You were a Golden Hibiscus
And I was a poor Navy Bean
I snapped and you hardly noticed
You were charmed by the trees high above
Never once in your elegant splendor
Would you notice a poor bean in love
'Round your roots my pods would meander
You huddled as sun would go down
In twilight a bean seems no grander
Never chosen corsage for a gown
We'll die off when winters' upon us
The garden all gone with the snows
Maybe next Spring I'll come back an Orchid
In my dreams! Well one never knows.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
I slept in a garden of mushrooms
And dreamed the most elegant dream
You were a Golden Hibiscus
And I was a poor Navy Bean
I snapped and you hardly noticed
You were charmed by the trees high above
Never once in your elegant splendor
Would you notice a poor bean in love
'Round your roots my pods would meander
You huddled as sun would go down
In twilight a bean seems no grander
Never chosen corsage for a gown
We'll die off when winters' upon us
The garden all gone with the snows
Maybe next Spring I'll come back an Orchid
In my dreams! Well one never knows.
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