Garden In a Bottle
Working together in perfect harmony,
Confined in glass for all to see.
Verdant carpet covering the base,
A miniature tree standing about face.
A paradise concealed in glass,
With love and care, it will last.
I imagine myself small,
About 6 inches tall.
I would climb right in,
And let the journey begin.
Jumping from leaf to leaf,
Enjoying myself, even if it is brief.
I can’t stay in this bubble forever,
Others would not understand what so ever.
Until you have plunged,
Lest not, I be judged.
Just enjoying my glass bottle,
As gardens go, it is a perfect model.
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