1. A garden clothed in dew and garments renewed
Becoming a sojourn for souls and place to repose

2. When the water's outpour you espy its bareness
The winds have shattered it, coldness imposed

3. Though stilled be the winds, its clarity you’d suppose
A bare, burnished sword, blade so smooth and exposed

4. The doves' leaves around us then sing pleasant tones
Melodies that soothe, where troubles decomposed

5. Resent not time whilst it grants you comfort and ease
And reaching goals for which you’ve pursued

6. Taking life as a fawn, that when sating thirst
Drank the full moon, then rested subdued