Gentle Garden of Words

How many times has the tears fell ?

How many clouds have passed?

How many songs were listened to?

How be it that the words flow like a stream,

How be it that a garden can be touched by  spring maidens,

How can the words blossom ,like a flower garden

Leaving  us smiles and tenderness, to the passing of a cloud

To the touch of a butterfly so gentle on its flight,

Words touching words written and sowed as seeds ,

Blossoming in time to the gentle persuasion of melancholy,

To be natured by a gentle touch,

To the time as we do chat,

How be those times I share,

To blossom as they would,

To my garden I have many words,

To you I share the words I feel,

as a walk in my garden,

To you I gave my words to the splendor of what

I share in beauty,

As the words flow like a stream,

To be like raindrops to my garden,

One word coming down after another,

Be it in comfort ;the beauty falls;

and the words sprinkle as the clouds pass over,

Watering the soul of the one near me,

To my garden do I share, my words to you;

Do I share my soul ;

Walk in my garden ,my dear;

My words are unto you my flowers,

Come walk with me as I share my flowers with you,

For my garden is in blossom to the beauty of my soul,

Touched by a spring maiden,

Shared among words ,

blossom of beauty,

to give among all,

Hanger

Music by Enya