The Garden
In the garden blooms small blue bells
Their petals are soft and blue
The tulips sprang tall and their stalks are long
On I wish I can take them home.
In the garden peeks little eyes
They are pink and very shy.
The grasses hides them, the grasses hides the
Oh I wish I can play with them.
In their mist guards a coloured house.
Walls of dark blue frames green windows.
The trees watches it, the trees warns it
Of dangers that may come to pass.
A path of white leads to the door.
Lavenders rushes to see the guest.
Grasses are green, so lavishing green.
On I wish I can be the guest.
The clouds are waiting now.
Waiting to give life to all.
The rain will soon pour, the rain will soon pour
And everything will rejoice.
If I can be the guest
I will run and laugh and sing.
The plants have grown, the clouds are here.
O I wish I can be the guest.