Now I lay my eyes
Here at the scene of time...

As I reach the lonely plain,
The dewy-dusted clippings...

I shall not take a drop for granted
Of spring and summer rain...

Somber sweet
December breeze...

Foundation minds it difficult
To alleviate immediate descending fault...

You were the iris in my garden;
As luminous as the sun could be...

I enjoy my amazing paradise!
It keeps my woes at bay...

Where is that place
Which ascends spirit to peace...