There where the moments pass by as light,
Where every minute is printed in your mind,
There where the trees sprout in a blink of an eye.
The place were years of life are spent,
And it will have a place for you till its end.
The ones whom you hold on to from the bottom of your heart,
Will welcome from the glorious dawn to the humble dark,
The familiar gate to the land,
Where grass spans from end to end.
The freedom to wander and to wonder,
To live without being bound to the earth yet still enjoying the pleasures it provides.
This is the Garden under the mountain.
The factory of dreams that holds mysteries.
It holds my youth and my memories,
My joy and my misery.
My heart lies in this home,
Where no one shall ever be alone.
Written by plumtree
Topics: 2021-22 School Year, Complete Archive (2012-2020)