Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?

I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

Poem 85th in “The gardener”, Rabindranath Tagore

Clear and vivid spring garden viewed through an open door, without any haze or mist. The colors are saturated, capturing the vibrant beauty of various flowers in full bloom. The garden is well-formed with discernible paths and vegetation, extending into the background. The sky above is bright with rich golden streaks, symbolizing a bridge across time. The watercolor strokes are visible throughout, adding texture and depth to the scene, ensuring that every part of the canvas is meticulously painted.

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