Idyll

In the quiet corner of the garden
Where the sunbeams softly shine
There's a patch of earth that's tended
With a love both pure and fine

There grow scorzonera and carrots
Spinach leaves and shallots too
Salad potatoes and fresh fragrant herbs
A feast for the eyes and the palate

The gardener comes every morning
To water and weed and prune
He hums a tune as he works away
In harmony with nature's rhythm

He knows each plant by its name and shape
He cares for them like his children
He watches them grow with pride and joy
And harvests them when they're ready

He shares his bounty with his neighbors
And invites them to his table
They enjoy the fruits of his labor
And praise his skill and kindness

This is his idyll, his paradise
His simple but happy life
He asks for nothing more than this
A potager full of bliss.

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