Like elves tending trees

The world is our garden
To create or destroy
To grow seeds strong and open
Or neglect from all joy

The garden shouts for pleasure
Not pressure or restriction
Love and freedom are its nature
So sublime is that creation

We are creatures of delight
Here to sing, dance and be
Whatever we like, without fright
Like elves tending trees
We shape our body, mind and world
Guardians to a forest
Of unimaginable depths and curves
Of where magic speaks to the hands of artists