The Garden
Wind, sun, rain,
The garden in my brain
Leaves, roots, contain,
Clouds of joy and pain
Dark light shades displayed
Where comfort may stray
I am not afraid
History made up like a play
Changed as seasons do
The lies make their breakthrough
The birds echo the stream
As lights project a scheme
An image with a theme
Still I'd like to
Still I'd like to dream
Writer/s: David Allred
