JULIA'S GARDEN
Julia has a garden
So intricate in design
A secret place where the flowers grow
A secret place that only she can find
Here she embraces the feelings that she could never show
The resentment and hurt she always kept deep within her mind
For only the juniper trees have heard her full tale of woe
And they only share all they know with the skyline
Julia is beautiful and Julia has suffered
Losses that no mother or father, or son or daughter should know
Yet in this oasis of hope all forms of life are welcomed
In the tidal wave of thought
She suddenly becomes caught within the undertow...
This garden was created from the basis of chaos
And now pays tribute to organized chaos in the form of a shrine
Here she can meditate on her thoughts from many years ago
On an ever changing world constantly being redefined
Every seed here she did sew
It is whispered and echoed through the grapevine
Beneath the bridge across the brook the water runs slow
Almost as if the stars had been realigned
Beds full of daffodils and daisies overflow
Sunflowers sit in neat little rows all intertwined
Julia would have to tiptoe
Less she wants to create a ripple back through time
A life as simple as Emerson or Henry David Thoreau
With such a pretty view down along the coast line
And yet as colorful and vibrant as Picasso or Van Gogh
The only other mortals to know of art so fine
Yet Julia is beautiful and Julia has suffered
Losses that no mother or father, or son or daughter should know
Yet in this oasis of hope all forms of life are welcomed
In the tidal wave of thought she becomes caught within the undertow
This garden was created from the basis of chaos
And now pays tribute to organized chaos in the form of a shrine
Here she can meditate on her thoughts from many years ago
On an ever changing world constantly being redefined
It is here where both cold and warm breezes blow
Be them fiercely or gently along the waterline
In the middle of the night with the moon aglow
Julia either recollects her dreams or speaks to the divine
Falling down the weeping willows hang low
Silhouetted by the trees of soft pine
Swaying from here to fro stands this hedgerow
Dancing in rhythm all the while entangled in vines...
Julia is beautiful and Julia has suffered
Losses that no mother or father, or son or daughter should know
Yet in this oasis of hope all forms of life are welcomed
In a tidal wave of thought she becomes caught within the undertow
This garden was created from the basis of chaos
And now pays tribute to organized chaos in the form of a shrine
Here she can meditate on her thoughts from many years ago
On an ever changing world constantly being redefined
Julia has a garden
So intricate in design
A secret place where the flowers grow
A secret place that only she can find