Once chimed the bell:
it was Nature’s voice calling;
rarely a call
kept you so in its clasp;

next to your well
the ripe fruits started falling.
sweet were they all
for all children to grasp.

By passed the seasons
and the garden kept growing.
the children have grown,
as their numbers increased;

yea, right are the reasons
that kept your light flowing:
like precious a stone
in its sunbeams released.

Yet it is time
for new grounds and greeneries;
in spite of the grief
when you leave, be it due:

again sounds the chime,
now for new bounds and sceneries.
Yours is belief
to start growing, anew.

There’s more than remains
but the rules; all has changed;
though it seems strange,
it seems yesterday still.

But the garden sustains,
may it be rearranged:
in the splendour of change
it eternally will.

Manuel