Oh Garden
of bejewelled
Pearl like crimson drops
peeling purple petals
spikes of green pointing ever high
as in to say
look at the sky.
Feathery floaty
brown-green-grey leaves
flouncy lightly this way and that.
I am but your slave
I greet you each day
you scorch my eyes with tranquility
you tickle my toes
and frame my life with beauty.

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