Birds soar above the mountain
Water trickles as from a fountain.
A place, your face, a home base.
Now and in this time and space.
Planting flowers of all hues,
To the land pay we must pay our dues.
you looked to take in this waif
Enclose the circle to keep us safe
We’ve got time and imagination,
and hopefully the motivation.
Willingness to work is there.
A little play too, thats only fair.
Time to live and a time of life,
With peace, love and little strife.