Garden Woes
As I stroll hand in hand in my beautiful garden
A kaleidoscope of colors surround me
We sit upon the bench under the tree
And listen to the orchestral choir.
As the sun sets and night reigns
The woodland creatures begin to stir
Their camouflage no longer appears hidden
for the nocturnal hunt begins.
The warm air blows a gentle breeze
But the insects take no heed
The buzzing around our heads
Intrude on our peaceful interlude.
Hand in hand we stroll out of the garden
In daylight a paradise delight
But evening brings a different tune
Laden with various biting insects.
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