I look into a garden
A lovely, inviting place.
I see trees with low hanging branches
And a gentle, grassy space.
If I lived there I’d never go hungry,
For fruit is abundant and free,
And the fountain in the midst of the garden
Is calling out to me.
Roses just for pleasure
Are planted near and far.
I can see where the lettuce grows
And where the snap-dragons are.
I see corn on tall stalks
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