An ode to the blooms

“Keep your face always towards the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you”-Walt Whitman

In the valley where sunlight weaves

Petals unfurl in radiant hues,

As dawn’s golden fingers touch,

Awakening dreams the night diffused.

Blossoms dance with whispered grace,

Their fragrance a sweet embrace,

Morning dew adorns each bloom,

A symphony in full bloom.

Butterflies in playful flight,

Chase the day’s fast warming light,

Meadows blush with joyous glee,

Underneath the azure canopy,

Here where nature’s canvas gleams,

In this haven of sunlight dreams,

Life unfolds with gentle power

In this valley of nature’s bower.

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