Lonely I went to the public garden
To ease my loads of daily burden.
The birds at once sang a song
That did not last quite a long (time) .
Their words and tunes I could not fathom
It could be an ode or nature's anthem.
Fluttering their wings in the gentle air,
They enjoyed the swings and fragrance there.
Beside the pond, as I lean
I saw the land in emerald green!
Florae that were rare in taste adorned the garden's pretty neck;
The pleasure of this visual feast, in no measure I could check.
The trees and birds lined up there,
as closely knit member(s):
In nature's tune cooled the air
from the blowing hot summer
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