My eyes are gifted with this amazing view
across a garden of untold rule
what glory hides in this green gold place
as flowers bloom in a million ways
the heart it beats along with all
the simple drip of a water fall
to the great rush of the river flow
down to the call of the sleepy swallow
and then as if nothing was
the sky grows dark
and the garden floods
with millions of little things
creatures of untold make
some big some little
some small some large
but all have the same thing in stock
all there eyes are made of golden pods
pods that with in hold all the dreams
of all the great and amazing things
because you see this garden is a home
for all the wants and hopes of the young and old
and all these wants and hope are the same
they all are little gift to help you throw the rain
and even if your body is cold and dark
beaten and weak
the little dreams all come out to think
in this garden of untold make
covered with flowers of a million shades
what a place of glory made
but sadly i can only see
this glory when I hold my self to my sheets
for this place of glory and joy is only a dream
of a scared and frightened little boy.....
