Scanning my mind for plush, lively plants, lush ivy
Lucious apple tree lined drives and green fields
Legion the Hesperidean and Elysian
Ground whence they commence covered completely
Grownover by sweet-smelling greenery
Pastoral scenes redolent of Eden, remnants of meaning
Leaking from trining fractures in battered beakers
The sea and what shells hold for seekers, the last golden
Throes of old things, pomes from the path-holding tree.
Alchemisland 
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