This garden universe vibrates complete.. Some, we get a sound so sweet.. Vibrations reach on up to become light,. And then through gamma, out of sight..
The sun and moon every day. Day and night, mark my play. See the future in the past. Try to change it or make it last. Go for broke, don't regret. Get your hands dirty get you feet wet.
When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead. The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.. Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying.
After he had journeyed,. And his feet were sore,. And he was tired,. He came upon an orange grove. And he rested. And he lay in the cool,. And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it,.