Garden open to air, open to spring.
Wisteria float like feathers in the trees reminiscent of mid-summer magnolia dreams.
Warm daffodils shine the light on mossy paths bringing with them the light of the sun.
Air is breeze floating clean chiming peace eternally.
Candles, colors, mantras speak with ease for the bulb flowers carry these.
Spring has sprung with the old wise great ones.
Each guest takes a seat vibrating on eternal peace.
Blessed blessing to know the universe laughing, praying, and guiding eternity.
The sound which leads us to peace and warms our skin.
Blessed are these grounds on which we place our feet.