She once lived in her garden,
like the one of long ago.
There was beauty all around her,
but so much she didn’t know.
She had been content there in the garden.
Sheltered from the rain.
There was much good in the garden,
but from which she didn’t gain.
Just like in the garden of ancient years,
she reached out and tasted of the fruit.
The juice of knowledge spilled over the ground,
and inquisitiveness, well it took root.
Now outside the garden walls,
there was much to be explored.
An angel came to her side,
and said, “I’ll be your guide!”
They traveled to the end of the rainbow,
where a pot of gold did lie.
And the sweet, sweet sound of music,
to which she found she could fly.
Underneath the bright light of the moon.
She danced, encircled amongst the others.
And the love, like she had never known,
Amongst the shadows, it was shown.
When she turned back to the garden,
she found it wasn’t there.
Just like that ancient garden,
vanished, they don’t know where.
And like the one of long ago,
she had a new home in a land of ancient woe.
But sometimes she thinks of her garden,
And it’s then that it hurts her so,
for she misses her walks and early morning talks,
in the garden.... when she didn’t know.