Mont Saint Michel

There is a fairytale place That reflects its dream Through centuries of grace In waves of ocean stream Mont Saint Michel With a garden of its light So much of timeless spell In search of wrong and right This place Mont Saint Michel’s In centuries of glows And hundreds sounds of bells In rising highs and lows Where trust in God was true Like mountains stood high In its conviction onto The heaven blue deep and sky This place where life is creed And the good shall survive A tree to grow up not cede But stay and prosper contrive The fruit of blossom coming Like spring comes in its truth Full insignia blossoming In eternal of our earth’s youth