lean against the walls of the garden

the cool stones in the shade of the trees

water falls in the fountain

and the chirps of tiny birds are heard

clouds drift through the sky

and butterflies like jewels dance by

on the air is the scent of flowers

and barking the the distance grows louder

men on horses with shining horns fly by

into the woods they go..

we watch by the gate

as time drifts away

and slight hunger consumes us