Written for My Aunt Louise, who loves Geraniums as much as I do.
Her soft pink petals are invitingly fresh and bright Next to many others displayed in colors that delight She sits and patiently awaits on greenhouse shelves And prays she is soon chosen, as her heart swells She smiles as the morning sunlight warms the air As her earthy scent wafts and attracts with flair Her magenta blooms are lightly covered in mist Her petals stir, welcoming the moist dew kiss She hopes the sweet geranium lady will soon be here Then soon hears her voice as she's getting near Her petals whimsically gleam as her growing stems invite As she sits attentively waiting, feeling proud and sprite She feels her pot lifted from the crowded greenhouse floor Delighted she was chosen and excited for what's instore Her feet are now planted at her new home in a beautiful pot Displayed amongst her blooming friends in a bright cool spot She smiles as the morning breeze tickles her new blooms And her sweet lady admires her beauty and fresh perfumes She vows to zealously grow, with her petals blooming strong In hopes her blooms deliver delightful gifts all summer long
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