The gardens of the wooden stakes
rounded landscaped gardens in quaint compartments
leading up to the mountain academy tower
The humble giant shrunk and tended the gardens
as shouts and jeers echoed from the bars of the poor neighborhood below
People go into that garden searching for lost pieces of themselves
The garden absorbs their confusion as if it was nitrogen
Just enough shade to protect the fragile greens from the sun
Wildlife goes in from the nearby forests and becomes stranded
within the high bamboo fences surrounding the gardens
The tower and its grounds look over the gardens
submerged in silent light reminiscent of a monastery
The cities orphaned boys and girls go there to learn
Climbing the tower of knowledge
Getting a perfect vision of what lies ahead
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