WISHING WELL:

I am just a mere little wishing well,

Who would know & who could tell?

I am deep, dark, green-garbed & cool,

I´m Surrounded by Pan´s forested pools,

I am moss-ivy-clad & cold-stoned shod,

Deeply dug, where the Gods once trod,

On midnight hour, beneath cream moon,

Hark with care & you will hear my tune,

Whispering where you toss your wishes,

Upon silver-backed coins & golden fishes,

Flipped secrets & desires upon my waters,

Pennies, cents, florins & long-gone quarters,

All your worldly dreams will surely come true,

And only good things will ever happen to you.