Flowers.

Infinite beauty.

In The Garden

Smell.
In The Garden
The field are always wet with rain
After a summer shower
When I saw you standing
Standing in the garden
In the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you
I felt the great sadness that day
In the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul and you did open
That day you came back
To the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin’ against your face
The light of god was shinin’ on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour
As you sat beside your father and your mother
In the garden

The summer breeze was blowin’ on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver form my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature
In the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine

And we heard the bell within the church we loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers
In the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed
And we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ within our hearts
In the garden

And I turned to you and I said
No guru no method no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the Father
In the garden

No guru no method no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain

No guru no method no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the Father
In the garden

Van Morrison.