Photo & words by Erica Crompton
In Stratford’s heart, where a river glides,
A rainbow-winged world is waiting inside.
A place where colours rise like choir or prayer,
A verdant paradise holds every kind of care.
Butterflies drift close as if they know
How fragile days can feel, how spirits slow.
In this bright haven, troubles gently fall,
An accessible paradise that heals us all.
