Perspective of an Ant
I have just arrived to meet my Great Grandma Dee.
Before me, I behold a lovely park
With picnickers among the peonies
What must be a symphony hall
by the stream
And restaurants set in roses of a perfect cream
Toadstool houses standing bold
Plus museums among the marigolds
Finally, Hyacinth Hotel climbing high…
A garden city waiting to be explored!
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