The fragrance of a blooming garden
Amazes me and blows my mind.
There is a butterfly, a warden
Who let me in and let me find
The calmness of this bashful beauty,
The freshness of a summer breeze...
I see this little flying cutie:
She's flitting there around the trees.
Her multicolored wings are glowing
Becoming brighter in the sun.
And you don't feel the time that's flowing
Much faster with its secrets spun.
There is no room for vice and sorrow.
There is no need to look for joy:
This place has lots of it. To borrow
Stay for a while and just enjoy!