Sitting In Kings Garden Pt2

This summers day in the middle of march, brings out the tong in me. My ears dance with the sound of my library, but then I pause. My head rests against a comforting bark, and hammers noise is heard through Eden's garden. The rumble of a plain overhead, the rustle of grass under my torso, laughter and giggles of gaggles of students, sitting and chatting, in Kings Garden!