Flora Jones lived in a pretty, rural area, where the deep green days lasted longer,
And she was a great lover of nature; like the colors of blue skies, getting stronger.

Flora Jones had lively sisters and brothers, and parents who loved them all dearly;
Like clouds move aside some satin nights, so pink stars can be seen more clearly.

Flora and her siblings had a few beloved pets, but many other wild animal friends;
More fun than a barrel of monkeys, like when arced, double rainbow condescends.

Living amid changing, changeless greenery, loving the beautiful was only natural;
Like the ruby sun on pumpkin skies, afore creamy moon spilt pearls, international.

Morning finally finshed, a deep golden, when Flora and friends had laughing fun;
Like the jade-purple mist often resulting, when moon crosses paths with red sun.

Flashes of thunder lit fragrant, apricot skies, as the open doorway framed family;
Like a hall full of fine, precious memories, with beloved faces captured uncannily!

Flora lived in the house of sudden smiles, like golden moments, beheld in nature;
Or, like every unique second of each day, together creating the lovely and major.

Night wrought a satire of lemon shooting stars, on their street of scudding clouds,
As navy blue skies chased hot, teal days; maroon hibiscuses trailing like shrouds.

Novel days of emerald reawakened, in the nectarine hearts of spring's red roses;
When neighbors neared for casual visits, in normalcy of sweet, afternoon posies.

'Sweet Juliet Rose' yearned for her Romeo, while 'teddy bear' sunflowers cuddled;
And 'saffron crocuses' awaited golden sun, in a place where 'trout lilies' huddled.

Sidewalk passersby did dramatic doubletakes, at 'Double Ellen Green Lenten Rose;'
While gorgeous okra blooms made everything okay, burgundy by yellow, enclosed.

On a night of tangerine stars, Flora was dreaming, like a fantasy of green fireflies-
A wild dream, like sometimes they are, and she would remember it her entire life!

She dreamed she, her brothers and sisters, went to a zestful, ebullient animal fair;
Like the joyful celebrations and festivals, when colored balloons are released in air.

Though it was an odd and unlikely dream, its hilarity made her wake up laughing;
And featured many beloved animal friends, like secret thrill, in surprise packaging.

The dream held such color, light and happiness, that Flora wrote down its memory;
And its narration one day became a nursery rhyme, added to the golden treasury.

It was another way to enjoy natural beauty, that comes in every rainbow nuance;
Like beige stars are waiting all day, for the pleasure of the evening, dusky dance.

Beauty also often comes from deep inside, and it is, indeed, an outstanding kind;.
Like sunshine pouring from a heart of gold, which long lingers in the dazed mind!

'I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there;
The little raccoon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk,
And sat on the elephant’s trunk,
The elephant sneezed and went down on his knees
And what became of the monk?'