Garden of the One Thousand (a Tribute)

Garden of the One Thousand

There are one thousand little voices...in the water they fall

and within those one thousand children's voices there is an echo that rings out as they call...

Quicksilver runs fast in the waterfall--along with it some liquid gold

and there is life-giving joy in the water that brings a comfort to one’s very own soul

There is sunlight streaming in the waterfall; much like one thousand glittering gems

and there are twigs and leaves in the waterfall, adorning one thousand twinkling hems

of children’s garments who play in the waterfall, 
as they jump and they dive and they sing

Their hearts beat out wildly in the waterfall--and get me to wondering...

Above, there are one thousand windswept glories, across an ageless and pink summer sky--

and one thousand pulsating stars out at night that shimmer on their course as they pass on by 

And up above it all there is a hollow, with one thousand bubbling streams

that join together to make the waterfall, impractical as it may seem

At the top--there is a tree with one thousand roots that travel on down and then down...

with every twist and turn that they make, they make this--much hallowed ground.

And the dreams of most all are stored up there, and now and again, down they fall--

right from the heavenly altar of the tree through the little waterfall.

© KAnniePowell