#Eden

Come and find me in this garden;
  I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek –
  Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.

They say this is the Garden of Eden –
  Rocks of lichen, red yucca.
But I think this is probably heaven –
  Birds-of-paradise and vinca.

You will find here a green shelter;
  Shade fills the inner sanctuary.
Canaries whistle o'er yonder –
  Dew drops on a banana leaf.