To Someone Divine:
There is a goddess in a secret garden.
Plentiful and beautiful with a plethora of flowers and smells.
She is divine, a mystery, a rose by any other name.
Her presence transcends reality and all actuality.
When she speaks, she speaks in melody.
When she speaks, the world stills to listen.
She lives in a world of black and white.
Wandering a universe no one can understand.
If only she could see, if only she could know.
How beautiful she has made this garden grow.