‘Come hear, come hear,
these songs from the Garden.
Come ride, come ride,
on this violet butterfly’s wings.
Come drink, come drink,
of these living well waters.
Come smell, touch and see,
this blooming rose ever burning.’
Extract from ‘The Gardener’ by Uriel
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