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From morning to time day is done
Sunflower follows the sun
There is a brief nostalgia then fun
As around the sunflower children run

The poppy flowers are red
Like once on Monte Casino blood red
Poppies there are kind of sad
The victory is great but they say poppies are red

Because they feed on the blood of soldiers that are dead
That is why they are blood red
Roses are also red
But looking at them is no time to be sad

The strawberry
The raspberry
Blubbery and gooseberry
They are all delicious healthy and reveries tasty berry
 
They are for jams and preserves
That my aunt serves
Aronia is berry from which liquor is made
But fresh aronia has taste which will never fade

In the time of May
When one walks that way
The beautiful cherry tree
Shows of its white red flowers in full majesty

The smell is divine
Of pollination time it is sign
I don’t know whether evolution or God gave the tree
This mesmerizing beauty

But its smell awakens the soul
So beautiful so delightful
That it can be mistaken for a portal
Portal to actual land of soul

Yet in this garden there is a tree
That actual portal would be
It is unassuming tree
Yet decoction from that tree

Awaking deeper senses will be
And answers to questions one will see
Questions about immortality
And destiny

After having one smell
Answers to those questions one can tell
How to make spirit not need consciousness spell
And if this is only the base it can tell ultimate spell

After just one smell
It can show how to make a spell
As complex as answering what is beyond abstract
To as practical as in event of a crash how to keep body intact

The garden is a work of art
Yet for many such garden is only in their heart
If we continue to destroy our planet even more
Gardens of all kind will only be in folklore

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