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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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