My pretty petunias, whether you are white, yellow, red, or voilet,
you ring your bell with joy in my heart.
I wish I could follow your ways,
You survive bowing graciously in the adverse rainy days,
You rise like phoenix and bring cheers in hearts on happy sunny days.
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A Worswortian, I should say, As they bring cheer To my heart to stay! Angel