Mother Nature’s divine & a subtle history collide
Oaks still in the ancient green: arms been twisting and turning for centuries, even though still life teems
Palmettos gently wave a silent hello to the people far below, though their palms seem to not let go
Walk anyway, in the sea of mossy unknown, now welcomed by hidden gems of love you now know:
Camellias of glossy pink to Azaleas of glorious red: all gleaming like precious gems it seems.
Your heart fills with tranquil grace: Magic abounds in this mysterious wild place divine:
Truly, you say, the beautiful balance of graceful Mother Nature has no sublime.
The heart of the garden is romance yo