Bees attended to the Roses
As Butterflies
fluttered by
The great artist mixed
his blue
And with it painted
the sky
And the sweet scent of
lavender
Lingered long on the
afternoon air
Should we ask for
better?
I don’t think we dare
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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