Wondering down the hedge
Of my own majestic garden.
I think about all the seeds
That where planted,
All the pant's that began to bloom,
The tulips, lilies, and cherry blossoms.
The time absorbed
To watch them grow.
The light shinning down
To feed their souls.
Has now shaped up
To my own little heaven.
Oh what a beauty
I love to walk in.
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