Peeking through the hedges to see
Pillars of stone staring back at me
Their strength supports a lattice top
Clouds drifting by, they do not stop
Bright sunshine lites upon my face
Is pleasant sitting, enjoying this place
Quiet fountain, that statue with a brass urn
In summer the waters do bubble which churn
A place come sit, think, also bask
Talking to my God, of him questions ask
Times like these are needed more than we know
Take them, they help us grow
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