In the garden of my heart,
The blossoms o'erhang the leaves,
The skylark sings from morn till night
High in the sleepy jacaranda tree.
But the garden of my heart
Is watered only by my tears
Under the wise, old, gnarled oak
Inter me when my time appears.
And on the mossy stone above,
Carve these words without lament
She lived, she loved,
She breathed her last
Here lies one who rests in peace.
Madeline's Views:
~ Stars are Gods daisy chain.
~ Rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen.
~ Every time a fairy blows its wee nose a baby is born.
~ Old Mister Moon is ever so shy, he keeps hiding behind the clouds.
* Information taken from Jeeves and Wooster *
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