Magic Garden
The path that twists around this bend
Greets the sprites to join and dance
Calling quietly out to each friend
Laughing with the cupids of romance
There is magic in this quiet place
Speeding up the growing pace
If you listen you can heard the sound
A rustle as the ivy climbs the stone
Twisting and twirling tightly bound
Nature's breath in this particular tone
And in the reviving happy green
All the small garden gnomes are seen
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