the whims of the hymns

Do you see the weeds off in the wind
wild with excitement of the dancing hymn
excitement like winning the lottery on a whim

organic green carpet growing under my feet
in this blue watery world a journey it has become our seat
to have been born in the age of innocence would be such a treat

trees growing to reach the sun
the temperature of rising fun
a gloomy season has passed in time like a shooting gun
a vibration of the pleasure to come

a momento of an island of mine
that's my paradise of when I was fine
in my backyard on the grass in the world was I