Welcome to my secret garden,
you won't forget it is the
place uncommon.
place uncommon.
music chimes
as waterfalls.
as waterfalls.
Small purple blossoms
line the way
line the way
as the branches of the Myrtle
tree begin to sway.
tree begin to sway.
There are lilies with
hanging heads,
hanging heads,
roses with all
shades of red.
shades of red.
Butterflies that
mesmerize and
mesmerize and
hummingbirds
that energize.
that energize.
A weeping willow that
overshadows a pond
overshadows a pond
a sleeping songbird and
floating swan.
floating swan.
Water like glass
still reflection,
still reflection,
the author of the perfect
connection.
connection.
There is an old wooden
with table two
chairs for me
and an angel.
with table two
chairs for me
and an angel.
A set of stairs leading
to the maple tree,
oh, come follow me there
is much to see.
to the maple tree,
oh, come follow me there
is much to see.
Lines of sunflowers
like soldiers in a row,
like soldiers in a row,
the sun composes the
time that they grow.
time that they grow.
The hammock swings from
those long branches,
those long branches,
the sparrow sings the forgotten
song as he dances.
song as he dances.
When the sun begins to set,
the light creates such
perfect silhouettes.
the light creates such
perfect silhouettes.
The gate is waiting,
it has a hidden key,
it has a hidden key,
for this is the garden of
transparency.
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transparency.
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