She whispered to a rose
A lovely morn do you suppose?
The daffodils have had their fill
The water on their petals spill
Chirping frogs and chickadees
Crickets add their energy
An orchestra! the sun joins too
A mist as sunlight frees the dew.
Her voice a quiet hush
In fellowship enjoys the rush.
Adore the offspring of her toil
Such beauty found on garden soil
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