Deception Through the Window

Across the street the bumble bee played in the green cauldron of razor-sharp weeds, jade pools of thrones, spikes in needles, but I saw a bumble bee playing in lush grass. The golden retriever fetched a stick in the carpet of moss near the jade pools and more razor-sharp weeds, while I, blinded by the dazzle wanted my yard just as perfect as what I saw through my window.