Flowers, graceful, that sigh with bliss have seen
Life that blessed them with vigour, green.
To that they sing a song of joy, keen
Enough for pleasure, on which they lean
At a point for their lives to go clean.
For prosperity in the air deep
To them did thrust wholesomeness they keep,
As harmony surrounds them to reap
Tenderness in its colossal heap.
Through the flowers brightly, the sun's rays sweep.
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