The scenery was magnificent, and the morning was slightly hot,
Our land cruiser was windowless, and sitting in a lovely spot.
The giraffes were splendid, and much bigger than I'd expected,
One could hardly gaze at the vast savanna and not be affected!
They moved with an elegance of grace, through a sea of green,
Offering years of happy memories, of sunshine's golden sheen.
For I had taken many pictures, and I would soon take many more,
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We all have our hopes, and I certainly did have mine,
I was longing for the love, of someone I thought divine.
Whenever he walked by, it seemed for me time stood still,
And I grew as speechless, as dark night when it's tranquil.
But he was not even aware of it, and then how could he be,
When we had never once met, and he was not conscious of me?
One lovely summer evening, when all of the stars were out,
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I was reclining upon soft pillows, in my spacious window seat,
Savoring pretty views and sunshine, while I nibbled on a treat.
Alternately I read my novel, and gazed on the tranquil scene,
As one gazes at blue sky clouds, to ponder why they're cream!
Though content in this moment, lately I'd been feeling bored-
That my life was so unexciting, no adventure would be untoward.
Perhaps I needed a vacation, to observe new places and things,
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The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies,
And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise.
My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments,
So that all could remember, a gilded past's glorious moments!
Today we were raising a statue, of one beloved national hero.
This caused media and fanfare, like sighting a sunset rainbow.
The crowds came out to watch, but were kept at a safe distance,
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A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!
I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.
I had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was a child,
As bluebirds rise up singing very early, in tangled precincts so wild.
It was foreseeable that this passion, would emerge as my life's work,
As an artist might strive for years, creating a masterpiece artwork!
I was also familiar with various birds, as a result of this vocation,
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