The queen of sparrows' flutters near,
bestowing secrets in your ear,
of ancient travelers once through here
treading through this meadow clear,
below the azure sky.

Lilac scent fills all the air,
in this garden, sweet and fair.
Noontime sun floats through a pine,
sifting shadows o'er the vine,
while casting down its faint design,
moving forward, keeping time,
watching from the sky.

The spark of sunrays, sweet and uplifting,
though the branches can be darkly twisting.
Magic's flowing in the air,
and fantasy takes you anywhere.