The Garden of Ages

It rises in the west
or is it the east
It lives in mens' hearts
niether weed nor rose
It grows as we grow
changing as we change
Neither House nor Home
tis where Divinity lives
In all its succulence
It is the ambrosia
the sweetest nectar
A thing of dreams
and myth and legend
the realm of our reality
We dare not look upon it
an honor greater
than we are worth
From here all things grew
Older than time
Younger than the seed
It will live on
Long after we are gone
Hail to Them
The Guardians of it
To them we give
our allegience
Kneel and praise
Hail, to the gods
of the Garden of Ages

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Slyphian, in the year 131 MA.