A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled:

“GAZEBO”

It had always been cold, dead, stone.
No doubt, intricately carved beautiful displays of artistry, but stone nonetheless.
Then the green came. At first mere extensions above the dirt.
A few inches which became a few feet and in a years time—it had changed everything.
No longer cold lifeless stone but a foundation covered by trails of green with highlights of yellow flowers.
Then–in another’s years time—-a bower covered in flowers and suitable for Radha and Krsna.
It had always been cold, dead, stone.
No doubt, intricately carved beautiful displays of artistry, but stone nonetheless.
Then the green came. At first mere extensions above the dirt.
A few inches which became a few feet and in a years time—it had changed everything.
No longer cold lifeless stone but a foundation covered by trails of green with highlights of yellow flowers.
Then–in another’s years time—-a bower covered in flowers and suitable for Radha and Krsna.

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