Ancient halls filled with song
The scent of lilac everywhere
Reflections of the morning sun
Bounce among the pillars
Children play and ancients pray
The young strum harps and zither
A butterfly wanders mazes made
By columns built around us
I watch the sun play shadow games
The wind toys with the roses
The morning mist has cooled the day
Before the heat arises
Another day to stay or go
The choice is mine for making
To Eden
Or in Mu shall I linger
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