Paradise

Beyond the hills of Auburn Past the river, through the trees I found a secret garden Pretty as you please A field of red corn poppies Cosmos and blue bell Candytuft and blazing star Bedecked a wishing well Scarlet sage and tidy tips Covered a distant knoll A quiet little gopher Lies sleeping in his hole Resting beside a trickling brook Beneath the weeping willow I have a bed of scarlet flax With yarrow for a pillow Today, I was truly blessed When a robin dropped me here You see in any other place A gardener I would fear For I am but a lowly weed That most would only shun But in this secret garden I am loved by everyone