When I take a ride and peer out of the window,Even with the numerous daily worries running in my head,It’s almost always hard to miss,The bright hues from a garden or a flowerbed. The green vines raising high and climbing…
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Be it a tree laden with colour,Or a pretty patch in the meadows,They never fail to light our eyesOr a heart filled with shadows. We see that they are included in every heartfelt memory,In vases, aisles and blushing bouquets,Or on…