The Water Garden

The Water Garden

I spied a decoration,
And saw, with my own eyes,
That from each stone’s foundation,
Sprouted complex designs.

A circle on the edges,
Wore water like a crown,
The water came in torrents,
Flowing down into the ground.

Stairs appeared, leading down,
The circles grew so tight,
And the water going ‘round,
Reflected off the light.

And over to the left,
I saw a stream, man made,
With waters east and west,
Coming in a great wave.

It had some tiny stones,
So perfectly aligned,
That when the water rose,
It made a rippling design.

And on one stone there came
A very tiny crow,
Who bathed the day away,
Flapping as he rose.

Then suddenly he shook,
His feathers shined jet black,
And then, off he took,
And he didn’t look back.

So hear my long description,
And then you, too shall see,
That what I told was not fiction,
But real things near the sea.