There is a magical place
Where mist rises gradually,
A place where butterflies waltz
And nightingales sing;
Where you can be lulled to sleep
To the sounds of dripping water
Slipping downward to hanging gardens
Clothed in mosses and ferns.
Eavesdrop as the wind dances
Through open gorges
And whistles through ancient caves.
Sight the shadowy sunbeams of light
And come face to Face