The mixture is so vivid while vague
And the gardener is agitated to conceal the truth

A cheering veracity or an ominous truth

There are windows to the shrubbery
It’s the garden displaying the inside essence to the outside sight
The broader the windows, the better the insight

Windows are open
Gardener’s diffident but anxious
Come inside and feel the absurdity
Come inside and sense the beauty of the spirit
Come inside and adore the power of veiled love