My Manorial Garden

I love to walk in my manorial garden, at dawning of a new day

Where the lime yellow sunshine streams through, the living green foliage

Where it ripples and scatters shadows and light

All about me, in the simplicity of its silent embrace

I love to walk in my manorial garden, under the noon day sun

And appreciate the abundance of life that grows all around me

To feel only like another of his most wondrous world of creations

Not better nor less important, to those whose eyes watch over us

I love to walk in my manorial garden, under the silence of the stars above

Where the evening breeze has the gentle touch, of a lovers caress

Where time strands still, and there is apple reason to reflect

And the clarity to see the path that lays open before me

I love to walk in my manorial garden, in my hopes and dreams

Where each step I take brings me nearer to your precious love

Where we are reborn as one, and never separated again

And learn to love, and be loved, perhaps for first time