A soft song floated through the air.
White coral bells,
Upon a slender stalk,
Lilys of the valley,
Line my garden walk.
Oh how I wish,
That I could hear them ring,
That will happen only
When the fairys sing.
You hear hinges creak as the huge door swings open. You step into a
garden. But this garden isnt your every day garden. Dogwoods and
cherry blossems spread around the edges, skirting the magical place in
beauty.In the very center a fountain sprang up. Chrystal clear water
throws itself in the air, laughing happily.A grass path winds through
the breathtaking beauty. Lilys of the valley line the walk way. And
oh! the white bells were ringing!