By the double-decker bus,
And trollies on the street,
Exists a path less traveled by,
Leads to a lush retreat,
A garden of the softest grass,
White flowers, fields of grace,
And trees of vivid sunlight,
Birds on branches, sacred space,
A wood-scape's song enchanted,
Peaceful beauty stills the heart,
For everywhere the eyes can see,
Is nature's work of art,
And like a painting brushed with leaves,
A sunlit floral scene,
One path less traveled, surely is,
An English garden green.
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