Tuileries for there is no foolery.
You are who you are,
Even though at sometimes you are far.
Being in the superfluous romance of the garden,
Moist emerald grass cradles me,
While lounging in the sea of the garden.
The whimsical wonderland hedges align the sea of grass,
A magical place to play hide-n-seek at last.
Children frolic,
Laughing and giggling,
Dancing to natures tune.
Bronze statues with toneless masks,
Quietly wait to be thrilled,
Listening to their joyous laughs.
The silky statues, their stony-eyes,
Sleepy and tired from their watchful nights and sweet goodbyes,
Casts a glistening shadow on their romancing visage,
Perfecting their enigmatic character and adding to the ambiance of this perfect day in Summer.
The saturated sun,
melting its colors into the airy sky,
leaves me with the question, I don’t live here because of why?
The fountain sprouts cool waves of water,
trickling down the elegant bowl to Venus’ daughter.
The flirtatious foam that arises from the pond,
As the wistful water eagers to be reborn,
Leaves the daughter of Venus quick to act collecting the pretentious particles in order to enliven the green tinted water,
A part of the final act.
The shrubs and trees, and all that is green emanates a serendipitous feeling, a place of true ease.
For Tuileries takes you back into time, when there were queens, knights, and fine glasses of wine.
Back to the old simple days of betrayal and romance, when escaping to the gardens was your only true chance.
A wonderland for me, softly hidden in what remains here today, the fossils and secrets of the old.
I found my way back to them, hidden throughout, for if you trust me, you might have sought it out.
For in the last hedge on the right,
There is a hole if you look with all your sight,
Wrapped up in its arms full of might.
If you dare to explore, I advise you to stay outdoor,
For the greatest secret of all is not what’s indoor, but
The place you can visit if you dare to climb inside the secret door.