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;
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It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
spring kitchen, sunny
a bowl of lemons and limes
light trails yellow walls
cardinals in trees
violets on window sill
views of green garden
magnolia days
come waltz into spring beauty
......
Out my window, I see golden tomorrow coming,
trailing varied colors, as the bees are humming
People flitter past, in the sunshine of their lives
Hummingbirds hover in air, when beauty arrives.
Out my window, there is scent of summer spice;
And vast blue and jade is clashing, so very nice!
And azure sweetheart songs are forever playing
like silver light of a crescent moon, ever staying.
Out my window, there is warm wind in red roses
and yesterday's recall lies in hues, as day closes.
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Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
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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;
......
Blooms
yellow
and golden
with streaks of red
savor the warmth spell.
Scents like peaches
trail afar
bliss nears
buds.
Wind wafting wisteria blooms, so gently;
In the purple haze of laid-back summer.
Milky moon gazes through onyx, intently
Red rose shivers, at drumroll of thunder.
Honeyed noon longs for rainbow sunset;
And sable shadows start to sneak away.
Sunrise on molten sea, liquid gold asset!
Yesterday lives in vibrant heart of today.
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And as you walk through these familiar streets,
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest,
The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-
Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
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Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
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