There's nothing to beat
Biscuits and tea,
In a beautiful garden
Don't you agree?
Breathing in scent
That makes your head spin
Then your senses take off
And your face wears a grin.
It must have been heaven
For Adam and Eve,
Until a red apple
Enticed to deceive.
I praise the First Gardener
Who made flowers come true,
And I hope you/ll remember
To praise Him too.
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