A quiet place, bewildering
The silence here is breathtaking
The pines and bushes shimmering
Stirred by the air, and bathed in gold
The golden orb is quivering
The clouds around it moving, shifting
The warm silk rays are glimmering
They touch the earth, steady and bold
This silent world is whispering
The thoughts here thought, all lingering
So tranquil, peaceful, ever-calming
Our mother’s garden, youth in the old
Down hills to cities is emptiness
Stuffed cramped yet hollow – worthlessness
Fills minds and thoughts – pure greediness
Hinders joy, bequeaths a hearts’ cold
The bustling lives of her descendents
Won’t let them see past the fluorescence
Their skyscrapers block the silent pines -
And asphalt won’t lead to such a sight
It takes a dreamer who can climb
To catch the silk, feel the light
To see the world, break from the blind
And love what’s left before his time.
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