NOWHERE

The way to nowhere is a beautiful road
that winds through the Garden of Fairest Dreams . . .
No pebbles of Cares are ever found there . . .
And Nature with softest rays of soul light gleams!

Where the highway to Nowhere comes to an end
there gorgeous flowers of haunting Heartsease grow . . .
and rest lies deep within the shadows that creep . . .
in the land where the winds of contentment blow!

There are no hours of time in this magic land
For the sun never rises, nor does it set . . .
For the light that shines apart comes from the heart . . .
in the throbbing breasts of those who live . . .
in the land of "Contentment, No Cares, No Fret!"