First it was a poetic plantation
At the flowerbed is where am at
As I carefully attend to them rosebuds
Quite a magnificent view it is
Well tended with glove not
But all to love
Truly lovely indeed
Doves above soaring gloriously
No weeds in summer or spring
Newly weds in hummer with ring
Now the voice of suffering is stilled
When greed shall cease finally
Then a green world eternally abide in
©phyllrype
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