Geranium
In gardens kissed by morning dew,
Geraniums rise like fine painting on the canvas of earth,
Their petals an articulate design in scarlet hue,
Each bloom radiates a joyous story of rebirth.
Their leaves, like emerald shields,
stand strong, Guarding secrets whispered in the wind,
In sunlight's embrace, they sing their song,
A symphony of colors, unconfined.
With stems that reach for azure skies,
They dance with grace in summer's breeze,
Their fragrance, a whispered lullaby,
Carried by the wings of bees.
Like sentinels in nature's grand design,
Geraniums bloom, a living art,
Their beauty, a beacon that ever shines,
A testament to nature's heart.
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