The calmly rippling lily decked ponds
Are shadowed by gently waving palm fronds
To behold such an exquisite delight
Blessed* must be my sight
Lilting songs sung by many a nightingale
Can make the best instrumental pieces seem stale
Clearing anger from the mind
The melodies are irreplicable as you will soon find
A fruity mango scent swirls through the ether
Mingling with wafting cinnamon and fresh plucked heather
From the heather fields yonder
Where no lion nor tiger dares wander
* Pronounced bless-ed not bless-d
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