My multicolored garden has such a sunny outlook,
Like the fleeing dawn shadows daylight overtook.
Not minding the storms, they drink up the rain,
For veritable growth, often comes with some pain.
Windblown near a rose bush, is my marigold orange,
Contrasting with the scarlet, I'm always adoring!
And in noontide peace, trees seem to be napping,
In graceful emerald beauty, as...
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