Gentle winds caressing

The fading evening light

When nature speaks her silent muse

And whispers to the night


All is quiet on the lake

Peaceful wistful wise

As nature reaps her silent muse

Beneath the harvest skies



Nurture my heart into the night

Feel my spirit upon the breeze

Sow my soul on the river of truth

And scatter my wisdom to the seven seas


There’s wisdom in the choices

Our measure of true worth

If we listen to her sacred voices

These whispers from the earth


The ancient waters beckoned

Follow me and we will find

The promises of yesterday

In memories left behind




Away from the city, the glare of glossy machines

The trees whispered secrets, silent subtle serene


No thoughtless gazes into hollow abysses

No flights of fancy, so fleeting and vicious


Just breathing the beauty of all nature brings

Embraced in the shelter of peaceful things


Let’s meet in the garden, the elders they speak

Of memories of good things we once sought to seek

A bounty of wisdom, a harvest so deep

Let’s meet in the garden, and share what we reap