i heard about beautiful flowers
from trees along your way, i envy
i could remember from memory
i could imagine between towering
trunks, there goes your blooms
taking part of you before home
me i pass manicured grass where
shrubs sit by corner, rock on pebbles
a solitary yellow flower leaning shyly
waving as it cowers away from wind
tiny child of mind, i dare ponder upon
opens my heart so as my ears to you
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