Come back to my garden where you belong.
Where the birds all sing a happy song.
Walk upon my carpet of cool grass,
where never a thought of fear may pass.
My hand is always here to take.
the garden is still, never a quake.
Where loving thoughts never cease
in my eternal land of peace.
Take a moment to look around
know my creation is very sound.
These next words are very true
Child of creation I love you.
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Steve Sauter 1998
January 26, 2008