A view of the word garden

Peering over the word
I’m bombarded by its scent
Fixed by its boundless
Waves of meaning
Looking further still
I see no fence to contain it
Nor water to nurture it
Yet it grows
Flora and fauna
Colors and hues
Shapes and dimensions
It’s vastness overwhelming
Treading an awkward path
I touch my toe to the gate
And feel it give way
Allowing me to access
It’s strange amusement
And a chance to plant my own seeds



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