Brothers Dream

Our Eden was never of the faraway It was here in trees of sunshine And the flowers that kept the day In colors of its deep shaded line And its wisdom was in a thought Of the leaves that are growing on Each differences life did taught Until its times were from here gone We cannot understand within If there has never been without Each foundation is of an old spin That came to be new and about Yellow flowers of love On a peaceful meadow hill A passion to sky above Brothers dream to fulfill Times of whispering songs On to a front line prospect In a light wind that longs To be cherished not reject In gardens of summer green When the sun stands high For flowers of beauty scene And never in care for to die Like stories are captured in silences And make their time of being Their footsteps many ways changes In what to become and their seeing Our dreams are like Eden’s tree Growing on to life with a vision Some of us never though can see Its roots in its deep and precision So we never can find its true stand Or ever follow its previous trail We have only our doubt to command And rut of our existence is a fail Yellow flowers of love On a peaceful meadow hill A passion to sky above Brothers dream to fulfill Times of whispering songs On to a front line prospect In a light wind that longs To be cherished not reject In gardens of summer green When the sun stands high For flowers of beauty scene And never in care for to die