Wandering bewildered in a lawn maze,
I found this place,
By mistake or chance,
This verdant museum,
This garden of secrets,
Its emerald prizes did not come free,
The thorns acted an entry toll upon my arms,
But oh was it worth it,
Almost did I prostrate myself,
My eyes did bathe in supernal botany,
A wonderland without a red queen,
Trees holding up the firmament,
Flowers abound of every persuasion,
Little cardinals splaying to their solar deity,
The pristine lawn a parade ground of green,
Drilled by uniformed peacock life guards,
I could remain here forever,
Yet such divinity can only exist in folklore,
So I wrench open my eyes.
WorldofHarley 
Absolutely wonderful. How awesome the images in
“A wonderland without a red queen,
Trees holding up the firmament”
Bravo🙏❤
Thank you very much as always my friend! 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
Always a pleasure. Cheers😊