In the garden
Warmth surround me,
A cloud drifts bye,
And all the while,
I wonder why?
Bees, trees and joy,
The radiance will
permeate,
Given a clue of
wonder,
Nothing here I’d hate.
Blossoms and petals
fall,
In patterns upon the
ground,
Here beauty is silent,
It’s prettiness make
no sound.
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