the visitors come to the national gardens
and they are in awe of the order and beauty
and they chatter about the curiosities
and the climate and the particularities
of each species
and they make learned comparisons
and plan orchestra performances, music in the parks
and they walk about as if in Heaven,
such blithe spirits
floating amongst the plants and trees
and flowers and shrubs of exotic spheres
and they applaud the charm and elegance;
and in their pure garden ecstasy
none notice the subdued brown
and unremarkable workers
quietly keeping the earth and the tracks neat
with their bare hands
the visitors come to the national gardens
