Choosing between the ladder
or the former,
I'd rather live in a yellow garden.

With the aroma killings
and the amorous feelings,
the spreading pedals
are the fiction through my sight

the sight brings genocide
impeding on my doubts
as i see gwenivere in pink
prancing about.

flowers sing and dance
under the sunshines stare.
as if causing a trance
all i can do is smile.

Beauty uphevels
taking darkjness to feelings
this is happiness
God is here.

God is here.