Visiting in heavens meadows,
Where greenery and water flows,
We come upon some knolls of time,
The ones we often stroll and climb.
Islands of serendipity
Old ones of past humanity.
The sands and dust of former ties
The remnants of some last goodbyes.
It's here the waters flow like tears
And here the greenest greens appear.
It's here forgiveness turns to fate
And here commitments rain to late.
All things grow from common dust
And all depend on common trust.
It is what grew the Adam Tree,
And all the other greenery.
It's in our world the heavens flow
And that is all, we need to know.