There is 6 other skies,
They are ever so serene and fair,
And it’s like there is another sunshine,
Even though I thought it be darkness there,
Forget those faded forests,
Forget those silent fields,
Right here is a little forest,
Whose every leaf is ever green,
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a single frost has been,
With it’s wonderful and beautiful flowers,
I hear the bright bees hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Come into my garden come!
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
There is 6 other skies,
They are ever so serene and fair,
And it’s like there is another sunshine,
Even though I thought it be darkness there,
Forget those faded forests,
Forget those silent fields,
Right here is a little forest,
Whose every leaf is ever green,
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a single frost has been,
With it’s wonderful and beautiful flowers,
I hear the bright bees hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Come into my garden come!