We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.
What a breath, what a whisper is life
That thought deems consequence
With a puff of wind we are gone
I am the tempest
The rain
A wild English garden
Covered with roses
Sweetly smelling
Tossed in the wildness of vines
Enchant you to secret paths
Drink full on beauty
Discovering adventurous child
Lost yet always securely held and found
Rest you in my peaceful embrace
As cares fall away
Some days
Winds blow violently
And rain stain my cheeks with fallen petals
But beauty, life and meaning will be here
Another day
My eyes shining brilliantly
with diamonds in the morning sun
And laughter in my babbling brooks
Sit awhile neath the shade of my willow tree
As doves serenade thee
I will always be growing
Wild yet tamed
Fresh new shoots from
Ancient roots
New blooms replacing those that fade
No two the same
Here you will never grow tired
Always be refreshed
Always be here loved and blessed
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