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Writing inspired By the Butchart Gardens

  • brucepressler
  • Sep 27, 2024
  • 1 min read

Butchart Gardens, a floral paradise,

Where colors bloon and fragrances entice,

Paths winding through manicured splendor,

Each turn a new sight to remember.


In every corner, a feast for the eyes,

Flowers in abundance, reaching for the skies,

A symphony of nature, harmonious and grand,

Butchart Gardens, a treasure in this land

Strolling through pathways, serenity found,

In Butchart Gardens, beauty knows no bound,

A botanical wonderland, a paradise rare,

Nature's elegance in every petal with care.


Through the window, a glimpse of paradise,

Butchart Gardens where beauty lies,

A tapestry of colors, a floral delight,

Nature's masterpeice, a Wondrous sight.


In Butchart Gardens, a hidden dragon's lair,

Fountain of myth with a fiery stare,

Water shooting from its mouth,

A symbol of power from the north and south.







 
 

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