Our little paradise is always open
Hidden in plain sight
Hidden away from the public eye
There for the ones who can find it
We don't do marketing.

Set apart from advertising
We're not new to this
Our favourite place hidden away
Thought you knew this
Whispers in vain; all child's play
Pleasant treats and treasured feats

Our little paradise is little
It can accommodate only a few guests
The ones who are willing to stay
For a while without knowing what to expect.

Rainy nights spent in our abode
Clearly disguised in camouflage
Pictures in polaroids; we can only harbour
A few that have hit the pinnacle
Not many get to set sights on our fate.

Daffodils and roses in our gardens
We water the plants with our tears
That's why our flowers are...