Blissful Departure The Garden of Life lies nigh

living and breathing, though we know

not why.
Drifting from the small brook we met,
I linger on the boat of regret.
We bloom and grow
On a great journey do I depart, only to forgo
farther from where we had part.
We kiss and bliss
only to miss
With silent cries I do forget
the ringing heart I had let.
We are as flowers, attraction sweet,
Yet on my cheeks fair lights flow for Time, simply a treat.
as I let the small current go.
Yet with our twind roots, mingled are
we
Even today, under the emerald sky, although confined, free.
I reminisce our ardent tie.

Memories fleet like a spring day, So on a great journey do we depart,

lingering, bare as it may. farther from where we had part.

Knowing as we painfully drift away,

Oh! Far from this mundane strife, in our eternal Garden, we blissfully
swaying the boat, cruelty with rife, stay.