In the garden

In a corner of a secluded secret garden, sits a bearded elf named Yeats.  He is a poet.  Quill in hand, he takes note of the beauty in the ordinary things that surround him.  Yeats sits inside his own walled sanctuary quietly observing what nature has to show.  He examines the steady pace of an ant carrying its heavy load, and notices the glistening dewdrops on the leaves. He watches the ivy grow and the clouds change shapes overhead. Here, he contemplates nature's wonders and record his thoughts. He allows the magic to flow through his pen, creating beautiful poetry.