The Garden of Eden

Desert Botanical Garden - Phoenix, AZ Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek – Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Eden – Rocks of lichen, red yucca. But I think this is probably heaven – Birds-of-paradise and vinca. You will find here a green shelter; Shade fills the inner sanctuary. Canaries whistle o'er yonder – Dew drops on a banana leaf. Let's be as kids like we once were; Take my hand, let's go find its end. Make a wish on a four-leaf clover – White passion vine, black-eyed Susan. Heaven can wait if we persevere. Let my bosom be your headrest. Morning glories open to the day; Sure feels like we're heaven-blessed.