Magic Garden

Oncle Polypus

Marseille, FR


Upon a fluffy cloud, she sits in serene delight,
A little girl, her garden a wondrous sight.
With her watering can, she tends to dreams that soar,
High above, in the sky, where magic blooms galore.

With innocence and wonder, her imagination unfurls,
A little girl's magic garden, above the worldly swirls.
On that cloud, in the sky, where dreams do reign,
She waters her garden, free from earthly chain.