The Quest for Beauty

I stroll down the sun-dappled lane
under a tranquil canopy of trees, 
The aroma of blossoming flowers
strives to set me free
from restless nights and trying days
persuading my forlorn heart
to venture forth anew,
on life’s long weary ways.

Why then must I in anguish weep?
Why do I for the Garden of Eden yearn?