Beyond the chestnut bars
Manicured brightness of nature
Designed deep in the earth
In the imaginations of hewers of rock
Formed over aeons
From gardens designed
In the mind of god

Hours stolen from darkness
The hard, hard work of leisure
Gives delight to the unaware
Each quilted square a life
Each colour a promise
Beauty formed by hard, blackened hands
For eyes that never will know the dark.