Monet's Garden

Colors, birds and flowers a like

Flying before my into the light

Gentle and present in my mind and eyes

Foxes and horses feast and play

While magnificent alps stand humbly and say

"Welcome my friend to this place that is home

Play in my wild gardens

Hear my songs as your wander alone

Enjoy the fruitfulness of this land

Yield its treasures with your own hands

Feel the balance of all life here and know its possible

A thing to reverie."

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