The Garden
All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.
For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.
This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.
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