In the deep purple sky the moon shall glow. On all that is below - until the morn when the sun will make it's show.
The garden is open where wildflowers grow - peacefull and safe from the trafic and madness where most people go - gentlly the wind's messages through the green will blow - for those who take the time to know.
The earth soft and brown - waiting for seed's some planter might sow - for the purpose of life is to evolve and grow - at least until the winter's snow -