God's garden of bliss

When the world outside is frightful,
when there is no place to go.
Just think of something delightful,
and soon you will begin to know.

Where heaven and earth collide,
where man and animal coincide.
Forget all worries of death and life,
pain, anger, jealousy and strife.

The sun floats in the light blue sky,
shining its rays on the fungi.
Under the great oak tree,
we lie in the land of the Zuni*.

The mountains in the distance sparkle,
the song from the Bird's I hear is tunefull.
The campfire burns magically,
the flames sparkle above the water lilly.

Where the enviroment is gleaming,
no, you are not dreaming!
Down the quiet water stream,
where the flowers raceme.

This is God's garden of bliss,
the place you can dismiss,
the darkness in your heart,
greed can depart,
Believe.

*A Zuni is a member of the American-Indian tribe of western New Mexico.