I thought I heard a cockatoo
Outside the bedroom window
I peeked to see where it might be
Instead the flowers greeted me
They of various colors
So pleasing to my eyes
I came down to touch them
The blooms sent out their smiles
I walked around the garden
Oh what a perfect sight
The sun from up above me
Watched with the puffy clouds
A perfect day in spring
What a blessing to be here!
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