Iron clad gates enclose a maze of mystery
Holding the keys of its heart-shaped lock, are nymphs and fairies.
They carry secrets in their pockets, and truth upon their wings
And on the wind you can hear whispers of their esoteric musings.
Echoes blown through the strands of their hair
Entangled on leaves, that kiss the air
A dance of branches and entwined vines
Hug the tall walls, encapsulated by time
Behind the confines, lie lush plants and fruits
All protecting their nourishing nectar and seeds of youth-
Above interlocked pathways leading to places unknown
Between the space that cracks, even weeds are overgrown.
Stones line the soil scattered like a fresh rain
Each diferent from the last, some say their colours even change
None fully understand the magic of this place
The children call it their secret garden, the elders call it a maze.
Mushrooms grow on the noses of gnomes, who swim in the dirt
Reciting the same old stories, their listener's have already heard
While messenger doves lay their eggs in the ground
And scatter their notes upon tree tops, never to be found-
Beside apples painted a bright ruby red
From the blood their branches scarificially bled
As drops of stardust ripple the waters of lucid blue ponds
The drumming of vibrations form the percussion of song.
And beetles climb blades of grass, escaping the jaws of fawns and ferrets
All engaging underneath a canopy of clouds that veil these garden secrets
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