Come inside, my secret garden when no one is brokenhearted. 

The sound of trickling water springs will soothe your heart until it sings. 

The scent of honeysuckle blooms, breathe in her sweet perfumes. 

Bright flowers of multi-hues, shine in the balmy morning dew. 

Gold, amber and the deepest blue. Will sweeten your faded dreams anew. 

The birds singing their melodious song will soon have you singing along. 

I am not sure what else to say, except you’re welcome to stay.