I wandered the Pine Flatwoods where the Pawpaws grow,
in springtime, flowers' fragrance arose
Gallberries blossoming caught my eye,
lavender asters fluttered from the sky.
I picked a pink Sabatia that had a dozen petals;
a lemon dropp of sunshine held them all together.
I walked a little further, white birds-in-a-nest;
still I was alone, but with genuine company blessed.
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