Let me guide you through my xeriscape,
Where we can walk on the dew dripping grass.
Watching how the plants take shape,
We’ll gambol down the narrowing path.
There will be flowers all around,
And the air will have the scent of wilderness.
Where the humming of birds is the only sound,
And your heart is brimming with elation and nothing less.
Atop my childhood friend; my maple tree is where,
We’ll build our own little tree house,
And from its window we’ll have the seashore to look upon.
While we sit on its branches with our feet dangling,
I’ll make sure to play you your favourite song.
And at the end of each day when we’ll see the sun setting at the horizon spraying the sky with different hues of heat.
I’ll let your head rest on my shoulder and wrapped in a blanket of soft leaves,
We’ll cuddle together and fall asleep.