In and among the ferns their colors seem to dwell,
Just imagine this floor of nature,
And to another moving with adventure,
All is below and peering from above,
A wren peers up from its secret place we love,
For what is the eagles nest see?
So high-up but peace in that glorious oak tree,
Even the swaying spruce tree with boughs stretched,
Reminds me of our once upon a time when we sketched,
The winds of Beacon Hill Park prepared us all for the storm,
Forests are the best place to protect our form,
Dominate the blue colors of a hyacinths nights,
Magenta's and the silk smooth silvery whites,
Subtle small flowers which seem to curtsey and swoon,
Like the fair ladies in their ball gowns as such,
To dance for the fancy breeze of a gentlemen’s touch.
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