Poetry

                Once in a garden there was a tile in relief,
                   On its surface I saw a painted leaf.
                I thought, "That artist really painted with guile;
                   He tried to fool me with his flamboyant style.
                A shape that's drawn so perfectly symmetrical,
                   To exist in nature would be heretical.
                A pink like that has never been seen -
                   Or peachy-wine tones on that lavender-green!".
                While thinking my thoughts, (I had more to say)
                   A breeze came along and blew it away.