Garden's Gates



Now look at your garden

Listen to it breathing

Now your soul will harden

And winter makes it bleed


Warmth yonder by the fire

Within we're heart of home

Just like a tree we beat

Our thoughts be garden's dream


Done with the harvest, rose

Wilts and buds and blossoms

Extravagance allows

For these things are awesome


Shed the numbers, we're old

Shed the numbers, tis fine

Sheds the colorful world

Thus taking toward the rhyme


Death not ends us, I've known

Lest death is profound peace

All these things we can be

We've only want its defeat


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