Take my hand and lead me
to the place that angels dwell,
among the pines and fern groves,
where wild flowers tell,
of their existence and their presence.
Walk with me, beside the water,
hear the sound of a bubbling brook,
let the scents and sounds surround you
and be sure to take a look.
Can you see the color? Can you hear
Can you see the love that shines,
when you are around?
Do you know my name, or does it
Will I remember or forget,
engaged in idle chatter
or will you leave me alone?