Come, walk in the garden with me.
Let’s follow the trail of bark
and see where it leads.
Row upon row of blossoming flowers,
heady with fragrance, filling our heads.
Twirl me in the center,
under the gazebo frame,
lined with vines and petals.
Laugh with me hand in hand
under the shade of the banyan tree.
Sit with me beside the pond,
watching the swans floating along the banks.
Wouldn’t it be lovely
to stroll along
in a garden full of life?