rosesanddeath

Warm soothing endless showers
Wonderful greeting flower buds
Rain falling down and down
Upon your head
Yes

This is what I dream of
This is what I create
This is the place
Where there is no real hate

Showers of tea leaves
Fall down upon your head
All in all in the end
It ties up in a thread

A thread to cherish
To weave upon
To help grow and never end

This my friends
Is the seed of wonders
With no real name
But also no real end