Garden Of The Laughing Tree
© Surazeus
2025 09 11

The normal day the sun decides to rise
from swamp of my heart to illuminate
endless rows of houses where children wake,
I walk in garden of the laughing tree
and ask if anyone knows we are free
since each choice we assert designs our fate.

Though green explodes from seed of energy
to blanket the waste land of humming sand
in fruit trees heavy with solemnity,
I dance in garden of the laughing tree
and scatter words of riddles on the land
which grow into tower of the glass skull.

Despite succession of the holy seer
to reign as wizard of the thinking stone
from which humanity will spring at dawn,
I crawl in garden of the laughing tree
beneath the twisted gate of gleaming pearls
to give fresh apples to the lonely horse.

Since we can never return to the past
and cling with passion to what may not last
yet shimmers potently in eager hearts,
I pray in garden of the laughing tree
for health and long life of people I love
which includes every soul alive on Earth.

If lost ship of my heart still sails away
ten thousand years back to the age of gods
who wear gold crowns with jewels of compassion,
I lurk in garden of the laughing tree
with bold perfection of electric eyes
which helps me see weird truth of everything.

Since tangled string of memory fate weaves
preserves strange stories of our hungry hearts
encoded in false fairy tales of trust,
I wait in garden of the laughing tree
for mad Orpheus with his broken lyre
to number our homes on the signless road.

The way smoke billows from the fallen towers
to write the moral of our tragic tale
on fractured mirror of the boundless sky,
I howl in garden of the laughing tree
to watch how Icarus falls from the window
as if he thinks humanity can fly.

While Tethys wanders on the grassy beach
with jar of apple cider in her hand
from which she drinks to ease heartache at death,
I sing in garden of the laughing tree
to lure her heart back from the sea of fear
so I cuddle her in my loving arms.

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Orpheus leads war refugees along the beach of shattered dreams to climb the winding trail of hope to secret garden of the laughing tree in the valley of tears.

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