Analysis of Sacred garden

Holy holy mind as deep as the sacred thought within me.
Shed your holy light as fresh as the clearest water to me.
For pure is the fountain bow
that ever flows through me.
As the weather withers now
the tiny footsteps into fur trees.
The softening bark allows
a little fairy to sit within thee.
Safe in the garden now
can i hear him laughing with glee.
I know that somehow
he has come to visit with me.
Winged with worthy bows
a sacred pleasure to see.