THE GARDEN OF EDEN

Come and find me in this garden;

I know not where the hours go.

Palm fronds brush against my cheek -

Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.

They say this is the Garden of Eden -

Rocks of lichen, red yucca.

But I think this is probably heaven -

Birds-of-paradise and vinca.

You will find here a green shelter;

Shade fills the inner sanctuary.

Canaries whistle o'er yonder -

Dew drops on a banana leaf.

Let's be as kids like we once were;

Take my hand, let's go find its end.

Make a wish on a four-leaf clover -

White passion vine, black-eyed Susan.

Heaven can wait if we persevere.

Let my bosom be your headrest.

Morning glories open to the day;

Sure feels like we're heaven-blessed.