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Dense, the wild lilies all along the stream.
Reeds of pussy willow make a backdrop there.
Wild roses drape profuse along the bank.
The scent of early Summer fills the air.

An island in the center creates just the place
for a Weeping Willow there with gnarled bark.
The stream flows by so crooked and it leaves
this isolated piece of land—this little park.

One side of the tree is layered with the green
of lush moss that formed there over time.
The setting is so perfect that I’m envious
of anyone who shares this place of mine.

I wield my shovel early every Spring to clear
debris from the course the stream should run.
My goal is to maintain this island paradise,
to rest beneath the Willow when my work is done.

This spot perfect as only nature could have done,
is a more relaxing place than any I could make.
I treasure the serenity and peace that I find here.
It makes my own landscape efforts look so fake.


By The_Pip2

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