If you make it past the river,

a tree of blossoms stands,

and greets the gentle breezes,

with the waving of its hands.


It sparkles with the twinkle

of every evening light,

and whispers to the darkness,

the stories of the night.


The dawning of the daylight,

begets a merry shiver,

and welcomes you to Eden,

if you make it past the river.